Takes Me There

I yell.

You scream.

In front of a backdrop of broken dreams

Your eyes fall.

My voice rises.

An argument of changing tides.

Talking to her is like a bad chauffeur.

She always takes me there. 

-Takes Me There

By: James Revels III

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