A car next to me, at the light.
Two cars passing in the night.
Inside, a face I've never seen,
fantasies of what could have been.
Raven hair, eyes of blue.
Dreaming of what she could do.
A knowing look that met my eyes,
a smile that screamed she was streetwise.
A wicked smile on painted lips,
completely made me lose my grip.
A cruel red light, too soon turned green,
and ruined my love that could have been.
I turned left, while she went straight,
and left me cursing at cruel Fate.
Two cars waiting at a light.
Two cars passing in the night.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem