Crazy Tracks
Feelings;
sweet,
nice,
illogical,
undescribable
My heart beats
faster than a locomotive
with no stop
She doesn't need a token
to get on this ride
It doesn't matter though
I can go slower
I can go faster
I can shine myself up
to look all nice and pretty,
but she won't get on this ride
No matter how loud my engine howls,
No matter how loud my horn screams,
she won't get on this ride.
Copyright © Mario Vitale | Year Posted 2017
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