Thursday, April 22, 2010

two hundred eighty one

With lipgloss prepped perfection,
She's out the door without a trace.
Sunroof's open, aviators on
As she zips from place to place.
The music's blaring; she sings along
Just living from day to day.
No one would guess the little girl in the Lexus
Just drives to fight her thoughts away.

2 comments:

Sheryl said...

quite poetic - drive on over to my placce... or somethin :)

Anonymous said...

Yeah I was going to say Take a drive out to mi Casa!! I also Drive to gather my thoughts!