hold me tight and dont let go
down the 66, my feet up on the dash, yours on the pedal, driving us to nowhere
the dial turned to classic rock, humming songs of simple men and lying eyes
our headlights the only proof of existence amidst the barren plains
fireflies dancing in and out of the diffused luminescence
the crescent of a moon giving way to the midnight blue overhead
( Read more... )
Comments 2
Reply
Reply
Leave a comment