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Car Bug Eyes

Your car bug eyes, 

your big fat lies,

you arms of steel,

your heart of lead,

pulling me down.

To your door

I walked

I ran

I fled:

 And to your blood bed,

I sank into the sheets

,full of weeds,

and lost love

and lost chances.

 Fields — fallow

as we speed past

in the metal boxes.

 Littering our lips 

are tears, and kissing scars.

We don’t stop

to even see who we are.

Alien to ourselves.

You touch me

and I see stars,





Butterfly cars.

Thanks for reading and giving me your opnion on this poem.

-Wishing you the brightest of days,Eva

“Me and the pen, we are one. If its ink would cease to flow, my ink would cease to flow.”



I am a young and enthusiastic writer, fresh out of highschool and into college at IUSB. I babysit and work and live life to it's fullest. I write. I read. I do yoga. And plan to become. Yoga intructers as well. I grew up on a farm and can't,t wait to move back to the country in my tiny house I have already planned out. Sometimes I'm a little melodramatic but rarely. I'm a spiritual healer, a hopeless romantic, a book worm, and very nostalgic. Thanks for stopping by.

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