Passion For Cars
Car car car,
Look how we've come so far,
Love the way your key started fitting in my hand,
Fiat, Alfa, Bufori, any brand
When I touch that unlock button,
The surge of thrill in me is sudden,
As I press that start stop
I recall last time, exhaust's going bang pop!
And once I get you into drive,
All you wanna do is touch 135,
While you are as safe as a Russian tank,
It's that armour plated panels we thank
I see you act like a NASCAR,
But never tired, only faster,
Then comes the night,
We go left we go right,
Blaring bass, on your maxed out JBL,
Loud enough to cast any desired spell...
After all the swashbuckle hooning,
bring you home for some more tuning.
Aah, a pair of beautiful headlights gazing at me,
When I'm with you, there's no measure of the glee.
People say I'm obsessed with you, and they would,
And if they mean bad, they barely know what's under the hood.
Icing on the cake is that playlist, drums and dholl,
Yeah man, that's how we roll.
Can she dance with me, no,
On the road she's like jackson
When dreaming about in the driving seat,
Writing this poem wasn't big a feat.
By Aaryan Yadav
Copyright © Aaryan Yadav | Year Posted 2020
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