Undergrounded
Fleeting beauty inspires a new sense of drive.
A varying array of characteristics flare an inquisitive mind.
Its grand old sense of history sparks an appreciation for being alive.
The worn out, tired interior begs for attention.
The wreak of warm skin is beyond apprehension.
When at capacity in number, you’re at capacity of tension.
Her horror like screeches are constant and in company.
The journey is never without disruption and always bumpy.
It reminds me of the time she dumped me
