zooey_glass04 (zooey_glass04) wrote in pillow_book, @ 2007-10-28 10:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | pillow book, totally not a poem |
(On a torn map page showing the I-90, tucked into Dean's sunglasses case.)
Some days, feels like the
Road stretches on forever.
Feel the miles settle
In my bones, weary.
But then you squint at
The sun; run your hand over
The hood, unconscious
Caress; smile at me.
And my heart lifts: the
Road stretches on forever.
Feel the miles roll out
Before us: a promise.