Petra Soliman


Driving Fast

Driving as fast as I can,
I hope to die,
And death can take me to a world,
A world without you,
A better world without hearing your name,
Just a world of my own and peace.

Driving fast in the morning,
I just want to stop thinking of you during sun rise,
Your name brings rain and darkness,

Driving fast on my way home,
Sometimes I wish I could be home sooner,
Sometimes I hope I don't come back home at all,
Your face steals away my life,

Driving faster now, and it's night,
Only at nights I used to be held within your arms,
Kissed your lips a million times,
Your hands wandered around my body,
And how dirty have I felt,
Yet it was only for your happiness, my majesty..

Every street, every road,
Every new face,
You are there, sound and alive,
I don't where to run to just to be away from you,
Just to be away from hearing your name...

Driving fast is one of the ways when your name doesnt resound in my head..

Submitted: Tuesday, October 27, 2009

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