You sing while I driveA Poem by Scott Troy
I'll grab your hand. Crossed fingers and hip hop radio. Swerving to the beat like the road will take us anywhere. Loud. The cadence of my voice and sense of self satisfaction. Soft. The way I can feel eyes on me. Framing in a gaze of a woman who's hearts taken by a beast of man with an inability to love her any. Other. Way.
© 2018 Scott Troy |
Stats
70 Views
Added on February 13, 2018 Last Updated on February 13, 2018 Author
|