Rain streaked wind sheild
You were a minefield
Street lights glaring
Musical "bops" blaring
Sweatshirt soaked through
These are the reminders of you
Speeding down dirt roads
The gun of disappointment loads
Searching for ourselves
Little did we know
we couldn't find ourselves
in each other
Only in the places
we were afraid to go.
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Everything Inbetween
PoetryPoetry written by me. Featuring my experiences, some bad metaphors, and everything in-between. Mostly free-verse. Ongoing.
