taking corners way too fast
passing on solid lines
making up for our lost time
can I get there quick enough?
or is it way too late?
sitting at all red lights
as dusk creeps into night
are you waiting up?
can you feel I'll be there soon?
I'm glancing at the clock
did you leave the door unlocked?
if you're aslewhen he I arrive
I'll quietly slip in by you
when you awake in the early dawn
you'll be wrapped, in my arms
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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