The car rattles with the windows down,
But the air keeps white noise, so we don't roll them up.
You don't say anything, focused on the road.
I pretend I have nothing to say either, even though my heart is aching.
You turn on music to break the silence, but I want to hear your voice.
I want you to pull over and tell me everything is okay.
"I love this song"
I wish your hand was around mine, I wish I hadn't made that mistake.
I should have kept quiet, should have stayed just friends.
"Thanks for driving me, yeah, see ya later"
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Take Me With You
I've been here, my love. Watching, waiting. I've wanted to come to you, but I can't seem to break free of these wrought iron bars. You must have looked upon my face at least a hundred times these last few months, yet your face never once lit up for me. Not the way I know mine does for you. It's like you didn't recognize me anymore.
By Kenny Penn2 days ago in Fiction
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