A kiss on the lips.
Driving with windows low.
To somewhere new.
Discovering pretty things,
in great company.
Then the kiss turns hot.
Speeding, running high.
With a crash of metal.
Bent, joining.
Crossing each other's boundaries.
Cruising into another's path.
Never the same after this crash.
YOU ARE READING
Dizzy to the Point of Exhaustion
PoetryPoems. I know. I am incredibly deep and see meaning in everything. Jokes. Hopefully this doesn't suck. warning: some of these poems definitely kinda suck... oops! #881 in poetry March 4th, 2017👀 #463 in poetry March 9th, 2017😮 #348 in poetry Ma...
