Poem: baCKSeAt Of Your Car Friday, July 29, 2005
In the backseat of your car
Driving far from where you are
Her soft lips rest on mine
And I can hear your thoughts
Your song echoes in my head
But I don’t care
I don’t claim innocence
I don’t seek perfection
Laidback in circumstance
Crumpled papers at my feet
Rhythm of the road beneath the seat
Step outside and we converse
Lost in what you might say
Dazed at the words displayed
Take a moment, smell the grass
Its youth like this won’t sense the past
She sits and waits
Robbed of youth,
And its not known
I can’t foresee the futures toll
Ripped from my arms
She disappears
Alone in her fears
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