Tag real poems about love
Driving around the roads
my hand in his
the crunch of the gravel
under the wet tire
my hand in his
the crunch of the gravel
under the wet tire
in your dad’s quarry
the damp thick of the air
in which two hearts lingered
suspended there
for a few tragic years
one higher than the other
before they came undone
plummeting and shattering
