Alyssa Rieper - Crossroads

The tires of the car convert to the shape
Of the shadow black of death wake
Every jolt shimmys beneath the car
Pushes me closer, it got me this far

Horizon of houses breaks evening sky
I keep to the right and watch it pass by
The secret of this is almost too much
Almost too little, but still feel the touch

The soft little swipes of rough finger tips
The way you claimed the sides of my hips
All my desire is hidden within
This blockading fortess, walls of sin

Do I dare to stop and chance my heart?
Do I let it pass and fall apart?
It's too late now, you arent whats wrong
Passing it by cause I waited too long

Alyssa Rieper

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