The curves on this cobalt two-seater
are so **** beguiling. Fuck!
The arcs and contours swerve
through my tangled imagination.
Heh...I am a hopeless romantic
parked in a speedster, dreaming of driving.
I laugh at myself because...how like me
to pick a car that reminds me of you.
I mean, we have yet to experience the pleasure
of meeting each other, but I have seen you before--
My God, I have seen you before--
My trembling hand at the small of your back...
The hypnotic aria of our intimate silence…
The way your laughter heals my pain...
I am alone, but I am driven to find you,
to meet you, to break free of my familiar
Nostalgia made me bitter, turned my love
into a fleeting spirit that burns the palette
Space. She needed, “Space…”
When did my embrace become a cage?
Space. She needed, “Space…”
When did bawling in pain become my normal?
I am alone, but I am driven to find you,
to meet you, to break free of this familiar
I thought love was a destination
that could not be reached.
An elusive location that I longed for,
but was too afraid to take the driver’s seat.
I was a hopeless passenger, happy
to be along for someone else’s ride
I have steadied my breath, wiped my eyes
in order to see you clearly.
Whoever you are, wherever you are,
please know that I am driven to find you.
Soon, we’ll hop into this two-seater
and neither of us will be alone.
Oct 21, 2017
Oct 21, 2017 at 5:04 PM UTC
The curves on this cobalt two-seater
are so **** beguiling. Fuck!
The arcs and contours swerve
through my tangled imagination.
Heh...I am a hopeless romantic
parked in a speedster, dreaming of driving.
I laugh at myself because...how like me
to pick a car that reminds me of you.
I mean, we have yet to experience the pleasure
of meeting each other, but I have seen you before--
My God, I have seen you before--
My trembling hand at the small of your back...
The hypnotic aria of our intimate silence…
The way your laughter heals my pain...
I am alone, but I am driven to find you,
to meet you, to break free of my familiar
Nostalgia made me bitter, turned my love
into a fleeting spirit that burns the palette
Space. She needed, “Space…”
When did my embrace become a cage?
Space. She needed, “Space…”
When did bawling in pain become my normal?
I am alone, but I am driven to find you,
to meet you, to break free of this familiar
I thought love was a destination
that could not be reached.
An elusive location that I longed for,
but was too afraid to take the driver’s seat.
I was a hopeless passenger, happy
to be along for someone else’s ride
I have steadied my breath, wiped my eyes
in order to see you clearly.
Whoever you are, wherever you are,
please know that I am driven to find you.
Soon, we’ll hop into this two-seater
and neither of us will be alone.
