Her lips spell the music, she is smiling
to the beat.
She looks like the kinda girl, who plays songs on repeat.
Her car draws by my side. The traffic signal turns red.
She sits with her eyes closed, rocking
and nodding her head.
She smiles and she whistles, her hair dancing
on her cheek.
She is a loud Friday cheer at the end
of my vapid week.
Soon my heart is tap-tapping, cooking up
a mushy dream.
She slowly opens her eyes just when the
signal turns green.
I drive on. She turns right. I was driving
in the wrong lane.
I will search for her face, when the
signal goes red again.
Hold on dear heart....till the signal glows red again.
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