Vote

in an old blue car driving on the highway in the snow i gripped the steering wheel my knuckles turned white like the road my heart didn't beat it trembled crying, mirroring the weather i think god would've wept today if he were here at all

Request permission to use this poem

Written by

j-the-computer

19 / M / in a coffin

For You?

Written by

j-the-computer

19 / M / in a coffin

Published: Mar 11, 2021
LinesWords: 1546

Tags: #cinnamon #toast

Permission

Request to use this poem

Tell j-the-computer how you would like to use it. We review requests before forwarding them.

About Blog FAQ Privacy Terms Contact

Explore

Hello PoetryVoting

Write