He is my snowy vacation

I am a beginner driver… but I drive fast

I race them yellow lights

and I can give competition

I don’t let people run me by

He is a brilliant driver.. like he was born in a jeep

His left hand stays with me

When his right hand changes da gears

AND plays with the steering wheel

I have seen him drive so fuckin fast

But Only When he comes to pick me up

The moment I am in his car

I don’t think he can drive any slower

there’s this young cute-crazy touch to him

which I’m afraid will fade away

i don’t know what he thinks of me

but I soo hope this would stay

he does all the stupid things to hold my hand

his smallest things bring me the biggest happiness

theres something about just meeting him

that feels like a celestial taste of heaven

Its weird how he has such pretty girls at his party

but if i am free.. he doesn’t take 2 minutes 2 leave
n reaches my colony in minutes, so gladly
n gets even happier when we meet

I wonder if he has never had an ex

Cuz he never talks about one

He is so happy to just have me around

It does not look like anyone
ever broke his heart

And that scares me so much

He is like north- American snowy vacation

In da middle of irritating Indian summer

How can I want this to end?

I hope Gods never call him back

Or ....wake me up.