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[toiletpaper278]

the drive home
is a long and winding road
lightening burns the dark sky
my knuckles grip the wheel
with a white intensity

a flickering "open" sign
blinks in a closed antique shop's window
the city sleeps restlessly
hopelessly but still, melodically
the lack of cars is scaring me

Comments

[popsiclefite03]

the first verse is a little weak, and i mean that sincerely not insultingly. the second verse is brilliant though and saves it.

...a little brutal honesty for ya

[toiletpaper278]

yeah no worries. constructive criticism is always welcome