The Drive

The Drive short poem

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Lift a finger if you care,
Hold me closer if you dare.
You ask me why I’m going on this venture,
I’m going to find a reason to live.

Driving through an open sea,
Two different ways in front of me.
One is dark and screams in pain,
The other is dim and try’s to be bright in vain.

The one I pick fills my lungs.
Makes me feel as if I’m already gone.
Maybe I am and this is an illusion.
Have I already met a startling conclusion?

No it’s just the sea,
Trying to fool me.
I drive away from the parted water.
I find a valley with the thought of her.

She could be my reason.
She promises to stay no matter the season.
I will stay so she can hold me.
Closer if she dares.

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Alice Carr

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I'm one of those darned bisexuals. I write mostly sad things, because I'm sad. Okey bai.
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