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Tinted Silverado
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Tributes to Lovers A southern gentlemen
mixed with a misguided soul,
you were unlike anyone I'd met before.
You said things I wasn't used to
and my heart turned toward you
in emailed paragraphs.
We kissed in your tinted Silverado
and it felt like home
while my house was falling apart.
My heart has been
drug through the mud;
not as rugged as it once was.
There was passion there
in the passenger side
of your pickup truck.
Your touch drove me crazy
and your words
made me spin my wheels.
Better buckle up
because your lead foot
ain't slowing down.
Until I put on the brakes
almost too late
before we collided.
You looked into my eyes
at a time I was feeling invisible
and made me feel something.
I thought it could be love
but in the end,
I just needed to feel alive.
