Two square flashes, I don't know who hit me but I'm bleeding out to the ground, momentarily to my home, blood, broken bones, and the smell of perfume, I am dead. Strolling alleyways, nights apprehended me, with the sound of my heels following me. Intoxicated from the last drink I had, I wish I'd gotten a ride home. Watch me wobble left to right, I reminisced how I was groped at his house, I should have spoken, they didn't know, we were maidens. 1:36 AM, hahaha baby, me be tipsy, distance heard tires screeching, no breaks I shouldn't have kept walking but it felt like a movie, thoughts covered me, maybe it's time to go. "If I could have the chance to speak I'd say he's car was blue and he was driving really fast, but every girl finds that attractive ".
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Love Beyond Trees
PoetryThis is a poetry that touches and reaches the depths of our emotions that we dare not to tamper with. It's a set of poems I put together for you readers to enjoy and feel the shoes I cannot wear.
