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Connections
For her I shall write
A style I must find
There are so many though
At least I already have mine
I'll branch out
Try somethings new
I try until i die
For I am Blu
Can't believe I can't race
Now it's a big part
Of me this I speak of
I have such a broken heart
Ah yes! My weakness this is
yeah, now I can admit
Cars and music are my cure at the time
Only if I could race a bit
It's where I can escape
Why I did 80 that night
Then it all disappeared
Boy what a flight
Oh! 110 down Indian River
You should have see the hump
When I hit the bridge at 90
Man did that car jump
What a rush it gave me
Later I realized
What possible outcomes there were
Would have led to tears in her eyes
My poems just come
Feelings in me
I write not of one topic
Sometimes two or even three
I end them like letters
Saying I must go
The thing is I could never leave you
Now don't you know
As all of them, I wrote this for my two best friends which happen to be girls. Sent it too them. Did it to calm them down after the crash, a promise I made to never again.
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