The greens, browns, and blues, that zip by to fast.
The radio cranked up high.
You complain if anything else is on.
You wriggle around amongst the fabrics.
Your smile lightens up my heart.
How can I say no?
With your favourite played one after one, it drives others crazy, except us.
We can travel long and long, using up all the adventurous power.
Beaches are for snoozing away, till the next car trip.
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Roses, Riddles, and Poetry
PoetryWhatever I'm feeling, I sometimes talk in the language of Riddles. To only I understand, what the meaning is behind each sentence. Will just update this whenever, only making this to express myself.
