All Dolled Up

A nice long drive clears the mind.

~ Let's go somewhere together. ~

I'm all dolled up in the passenger side.

You're speeding down the highway late at night.

The moon light bounces off your face.

One-twenty an hour, but I've never felt so safe.

I'm all dolled up, but we have no where to go.

You're passing all the exits that lead home.

Your eyes are glistening and mouth is stuck in a smile.

We've been here now for a little while.

I'm all dolled up just for you again.

We both forget about the roads ahead.

Your hand fits so perfectly holding mine.

All the sudden, everything feels right this time.

I'm all dolled up feeling like a star.

Do you know how much you really have of my heart?

One hand on the wheel, you bring my hand up to your lips.

You gently place a sweet sweet kiss.

I'm all dolled up, feeling this high.

I'm hoping this will be a long ride.

I like being in the passenger side,

While we drive down the highway late at night.


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Waiting

We're all waiting for something to make a change in our lives. 

~ When you least expect it. ~ 

The car, the driveway.

The memories, deciding.

That room, this couch.

That shirt, a way out.

The park in the moon light.

The sound of sweet lies.

Those promises again.

Those promises broken.

She was waiting for a sunny day

in a world with only rain.

The door, an entry.

The words, false serenity.

That hat, this memory.

That phrase, like candy.

The house in emptiness.

The mind's deadliness.

Those words so sweet.

Those words still plead.

She thought it was something she needed,

had no other reason.

The magic, the message.

The fate, protective.

That time, this first.

That sign, full of nerves.

The rest's irrelevance.

This one's resonance.

Those words so true.

Those doubts renewed.

There's so much she didn't know,

until she finally let go.

The food, the conversation.

The mood, true salvation.

That day, this smile.

That change, something final.

The past is the past.

The future to last.

Those eyes never lie.

Those eyes all mine.

She knows now what it means

to really have something.

She has forgotten now 

what it was like, somehow.

She's been completely renewed

to see the truth.

She is what she's been waiting for,

all she's been hoping for.