Poetry

Your Friend and My Backseat

written by: T.W.N.D

In a car two people meet.
Sitting next to each other in my backseat.
Of course your driving and hes you friend.
But in my car there is no end.
It starts with hello and a passing glance.
As cupid starts his little dance.
The car stops quick.
But its just one of his tricks.
To make them fall in love.
She drops her purse and their hands touch.
Though she swore it didn't mean much.
It made his heart beat faster.
One long car ride,
Where lips collide.
All time stopped before them.
But he swore it was just a slip.
They kept many secrets about that ride from all their friends.
Because they realized after they were done.
They'd be together until the very end.

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