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Driving home with the radio on

The highway signs are torture

I made a promise

To her

That I am

Not going to speed

Back when

I had made it

It seemed easy

But speeding

Sort of has become

A way of life to me

To me

Since I have started driving

This girl

Has been changing me

Before I was a bad boy

With no mind

That no one can change

Yet Now I am

Not wanting to disappoint

Although miles apart

I hear the hint of lying

When she says

She is fine

In the month

I have become protective

My friends

Have seen a change in me

When the subject of her

Comes up

I go frigid

Onetime my friend

Grabbed my phone

When she had just text me

I was so mad

I almost punched hm

Yet it was eacy

To get it back

For when he saw

My face turn

A bright red color

Let say it again

She has changed me

I never texted more

Than I had to…

Dating her

Has become several texts

An hour

I bring my mind

Back to the road

When I see the 20 miles

To Tulsa...sign

I can’t hold back

Any more

I hit my gas pedal

I told her

That she could

Trust me

When I say

I want to hold her

By the gasp
I heard

She does too

I never told her

That I had been

Missing her

When I got off

The highway

Onto the road

I remember so well

So close

I am

The next thing I knew

I see myself in the driveway

When I get myself in the door

As I look

Around the house

No little blonde chick

That draws me in

I see her door closed

When I reach the end

Of the stairs

Which I had skipped

Two at a time

When I see her

I grab her

Into my arms

“oh how I have missed you”

I whisper

In her hair

“I missed you too”

She whispers

I breath in her scent

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Author's Note

Finished:11-25-10