without a word or a wave
The day I drove off the cliff,A cloud-mask sun hung high.
Silence and air mixed coldly,
as final moments ticked by.
Frequent fighting, scarce screwing.
Faking often while U cum in.
Absent minds, present hearts
As the blame pin whirls in a spin.
As forgotten scenery blew past,
A fury built, tension rushed through.
Curses exploded, claws exposed,
Angry nails on spiteful flesh, blood drew.
Worlds skip out their orbits,
Slipping into spacial storms of heat.
Nothing matters much, as always,
Verbally clashing, wind and fire meet.
Complaints unheard, roads unheeded,
trapped in a car out of control.
I watch as, much too late,
the ungrateful-hellish takes its toll.
Silence rules once more, coldly,
the aftermath, a grostesque sight.
Despite all the words and waving,
In the end, we held each other tight.
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