25 September 2012
The cars vibrations over the highway slid my hand over to yours. Our fingers met and instantly intertwined, like vines.
We gave each other clues, Along with some stares, Your Dad in the front seat, Let's pretend he's not there. You bit your lip, My Stomach with butterflies, Seatbelt from shoulder to hip, Against your body, I despised. I didn't remember bout the homework you spoke of, I had your hand, worry about the time, I'll remain a victim of this potential love, Until the day I can call you mine.
Like Vines • Opuss № I