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The Drive
My heart beats fast
As he climbs inside my life
wanting me-to drive him around
this small town.
I’m in the driver’s seat
-Not by choice_
wondering where my next turn
could lead us.
As I steer the car,
He plays the radio.
The song echoes
my fast beating heart.
My driving
gets us-nowhere.
I’m too scared
to make any detours.
Maybe, next time
He can do the driving
and I’ll sit patiently
while he decides where this road goes.