I Write Poetry
His wild heart,
Her gypsy soul,
Full tank of gas,
And the open road.
Heaven.
Her gypsy soul,
Full tank of gas,
And the open road.
Heaven.
31-35, M
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LyricalOne · F
Nice. Me too.
His bad colon.
Her weak stomach.
Blasts her with gas.
On the open road.
Hell.
His bad colon.
Her weak stomach.
Blasts her with gas.
On the open road.
Hell.
lovingdead · 31-35, M
@LyricalOne not bad, yet for it to really be hell you need to incorporate non-working windows
LyricalOne · F
@lovingdead On a dark desert highway, foul wind in her hair.