doing sixty down the freeway
radio turned up loud
proud to be here with you
just cruising along
the wind doesn’t howl
like the fire in our hearts
and the gail doesn’t breathe
as fast as us as we fly
in the sky
but wait,
just stop
you’ve run a red light
through speeding cars
you’d better hold tight now
don’t stop
then they’ll never find me
glowing green lights will
always remind me of this
of our first kiss
30th November 2010.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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