Black car poem ver .
I saw you twice in that new black car,
But I wasn’t looking at the wheels or the frame
I searched your face,
for what you wouldn’t say,
Chasing feelings as fleeting as the road ahead.
Now, every black car catches my eye,
A hope stirring,
wondering if it’s you behind the...
But I wasn’t looking at the wheels or the frame
I searched your face,
for what you wouldn’t say,
Chasing feelings as fleeting as the road ahead.
Now, every black car catches my eye,
A hope stirring,
wondering if it’s you behind the...