Miles and miles and miles and
Sing-alongs on the radio,
Beach bound and wind tangled hair
But I’m eighteen with no time to care
And that sweet sensation of air
Pounding me into reality
Miles and miles and miles and
Chill mix playlists
Air conditioned breaths
Bug guts are wrong decisions
Big trucks are potential havoc
Miles and miles and miles and
Bath warm water flooded from the clouds
The music cut off
Tires were slipping, my love was gripping
the waterlogged highway, you.
I saw a picture in the lightening, it looked like you
Until I hauntingly heard the truth
When it thundered your absence at Mile 2013
About the Creator
Marianna H
Nineteen. Content. Weird. In love with words. Alone. Free. Not fearless. Not afraid. I'm good. I'm here.
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