Category : Poems

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Tell me
Where you wanna go
And I’ll take you
I close my eyes and drive again 
Through the rolling green hills 
And over the railway tracks
Play with your hair 
And tell me about your day
Play with your hair 
And tell me about your night
Play with your hair 
And tell me about you
Play with your hair 
(Habit or stress symptom; it doesn’t matter)
Be my music
Be my sound
Be my air
Be whatever you want 
Just
Be there
In the passenger seat beside me 
On the drive through paradise