I drove all night
Through all our highways from hell
But the highways from hell was chaotic
Because of the amount of traffic on them
But what matters to me is you friend
And not all the highways from hell
Because I wanted to see you so badly during the weekend
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh yes! The things we do and endure to be with the one we long for! Nicely written poem!