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The water on the ground Is no longer fake, As I take a look in the rearview. Huh, I’m crying. And it’s in this moment I take a second To accept the fact                   I miss you. Oh how I wish I’d known, Before driving These backroads   alone My heart and soul Are objects of old, And bigger                           Then they appear. That this pathway to heaven Gripped by desert horizon Was just escape for a women Who cannot function And is blinded                           By fear. Well, that’s life. I tried. Goodbye. I ride. Until the end of time,                           My dear.
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Jan 21, 2023
Jan 21, 2023 at 9:42 PM UTC
These Backroads Alone
The water on the ground Is no longer fake, As I take a look in the rearview. Huh, I’m crying. And it’s in this moment I take a second To accept the fact                   I miss you. Oh how I wish I’d known, Before driving These backroads   alone My heart and soul Are objects of old, And bigger                           Then they appear. That this pathway to heaven Gripped by desert horizon Was just escape for a women Who cannot function And is blinded                           By fear. Well, that’s life. I tried. Goodbye. I ride. Until the end of time,                           My dear.
A new poem, about the old country and a love past.
#road#drive#driving#love#longing
teyahnichole
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teyahnichole
26/Cisgender Female/London
Jan 21, 2023
Jan 21, 2023 at 9:42 PM UTC
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