Thinking love is gonna save you
But it ain't love if it's mean, Evangeline."
Driving along in the passenger side seat,
your hand clamped on mine, drowning in music,
ears escaping. Wind glazing through hair,
the freedom is sitting outside of the hunk
of metal we sit in. Yearning to break free
dance in the air, swallow pounds of sunlight,
eyes wanting to sparkle, fly with the birds,
not behind bars, behind glass, an animal at a zoo.
I am not for display, I am not a show dog,
to be leashed and dragged around a ring.
Under the misty fog we called love,
hidden from the world, but not anymore
I broke the glass, ready to terrorize the tourists,
embracing the wild side, giving me a new life.
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