She fell in love.
With the way the road twisted.
And bent.
And bumped.
Without regard.
For the number of.
People.
Who would be sick of it.
By the end of any.
Drive.
She loved that it.
Would take her far away.
From who she was.
And show her.
The world.
From a new.
Perspective.
The one everyone sees.
But no one.
Looks at.
YOU ARE READING
They made me write something here
PoetryBoxes and keys. That's all life is. But you must look hard. To know the difference. Between a chain. And a pair of wings.
