yes my bedroom windows open but at least it's not my heart
and yes, I still leave the light on in case you see it in the dark
yes I know you have to pass it when you drive home alone
but I'm not so certain anymore if you're seeing someone
I wish I could pass my test just to lose my drivers license
over a drug-driving ticket that I got, just to say I broke the law
because with my feet on the pedal and my hand on the door
nothing will ever hurt as much
as losing the movement I felt when I was in yours
so ill sit pretty, in the passenger seat, just like I did before
yes, you'll touch my skin, and yes ill weep a little more
hoping in my head you love me and that I'll always be yours
because you fucked me there too many times for you to be unsure?
well, you ask me 'where to?' and I say 'to the stars'
because the destination is never enough, however far
yes, I'll end up in the back seat naked in your palms
because if I take my clothes off
you'd remember it ours
but as we come to the end
there's not enough speed in your car
for our final destination
til' death do us part
yes we are 'Bonny and Clyde' but more rogue
because you said forever now you're just a ghost
I hope you remember me that night when I loved you the most
because I took the steering wheel and drove into a post
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lauraoverxo (
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- Comment from author about the poem: a poem about missing someone you're still in love with who moved on
- Category: Short story
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I'm reading your words and Tracy Chapman's 'Fast Car' just comes roaring back to me,
a wonderful read,
thanks for sharing
awh, thank you I take a lot of inspiration from love songs like fast car and the song I input at the top. I just loved the theme and the metaphor of comparing love to a car ride, its just a very romantic imagery and is a broad enough link to make a statement of how things we need and use all the time can break and get lost. laura
I understand,
as you exemplified love's addictive elements so acutely in stanza 3:
'so ill sit pretty, in the passenger seat, just like I did before
yes, you'll touch my skin, and yes ill weep a little more'
Yes, you really show the romance of the mind's overtime when we are cast off from the intensity of sharing and being in the front seat speed ride of love.
Well composed (BIGGER FONT NEXT TIME PLEASE!).
yes, exactly that, love can feel like you're cruising on a straight road head over heals and the other person can just put the brakes on and tell you to go. it is sad how when we lose someone it feels like they aren't alive anymore and it also makes you wish that you weren't also I've changed the font bigger! thank you for your comment
laura
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