A Green Light on 8th Street

by Sean Allen   Dec 8, 2004


We're on the move;
fast pacing.
We're on the road;
street racing.
We're almost home;
we're chasing
the night away.

So very close;
I can taste it.
A night alone;
let's not waste it.
We're almost home;
I've waited
all of my life.

It's all so fast now that
the lights have changed.

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  • 19 years ago

    by joe

    lol yea, i kind find it funny that, street racing came to mind. Still great writing none the less
    -Allen

  • 19 years ago

    by Aken Sol

    Frst thing that came to mind, street racing. LoL. I don't know why. But then i guess it's about how fast love can be or something along the lines of that. Nice
    Aken Sol

  • 19 years ago

    by Lance Hardy

    Lol I'm pretty sure what you are writing about...lmao. Funny stuff...oh its a love poem? oops =P.

  • 19 years ago

    by FTS Miles

    I can only imagine that whoever rated this down just did not get it. And who knows... maybe I don't, though I think I do. But I sure can read a wonderful event into it from the amalgam of your words and my experience. And in that, I think it's a great poem. Curt but anticipatory.

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