drive.
if that was something I could do,
maybe I could leave these four walls.
take to the highway
street lights reflecting on the asphalt
unburdened.
maybe I'd take a friend or two
sneaking out to a dunkin
or something along those lines
hyping ourselves up on sugar
before the sunrise
we'd go wild in this place
forgetting all our mistakes
living in and for the seconds slipping away.
instead, here I lay,
two years
too young.
YOU ARE READING
✧ city lights and fireflies ✧
Poetrybecause sleep always seems to evade the broken.
