White Car
Every time I see a white car pull up,
My heart laps its original beat
Sacred anxiousness for the chosen one
Every time I see a white car pull up,
My memories run its repetitive course
The tip of my nose flickers in remembrance of your scent
Every time I see a white car pull up,
Praying that it might be you my queen
Doors ajar, not the driver I was looking for
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