It Was A Choice
The broken car faintly hums,
reminding me of our favorite parking lots.
Instead of them, I am parked on the isolated hill, watching the road.
I laugh at those who never thought they'd break down.
These wheels, no longer able to turn,
are lost without their function.
But I can't help but...
reminding me of our favorite parking lots.
Instead of them, I am parked on the isolated hill, watching the road.
I laugh at those who never thought they'd break down.
These wheels, no longer able to turn,
are lost without their function.
But I can't help but...