All the others just drift aimlessly
Not me
I'm hurtling downstream
My heart rate at 700 bpm
An outrage
A mistake
Everything's piling up and then
Everything's falling through
Me and you
You're a drifter
I'm a NASCAR driver who never learnt to drive
Why oh why
Waterfalls red with leaves and shreds of me
But not my heart
I left that part
Behind
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Misty (a collection of my poetry) {{COMPLETE}}
कविताA road trip of poetry, I guess. Care to come along? Highest rank: 267 in poetry Read my third poetry book, "hush." I have high hopes for it. Read my first poetry book, "where the bluebirds aren't." (Or don't, it's old and rather embarrassing). ⚠️...
