Teenage Poems

Camaro

My Camaro is all I've got.

Of course I have family, friends, a dog, and people who I just know their names and nothing else.

But out of all those people, when I'm with my camaro, I'm a whole better person.

I laugh, smile, blush, and joke with my car.

The seats sometimes squeak, or they sometimes stick to my leg when it's hot out.

But why would I replace my diamond for a pebble? Why would I let go of the spark in my eye

for a cheap piece of glitter?

To me, I like those squeaks, and sweaty seats, because I love him.

And he makes my day, even with those "imperfections."

I take my camaro everywhere.

People tell me I'll waste gas.

But everyone wastes gas, I'm just willing to put more effort, to get a better experience.

If my camaro needed more, I'll gladly give him more, he's worth it.

I hear the keys jingle and my heart beats faster, my eyes dilate, my blood rushes and I feel it.

The feeling of knowing that a car will never let you down. 

You just have to give the same amount back, give the car love.

gas

oil

wax, so people stare at the car, but not so much that they wanna steal your only camaro.

Be the person you want to be loved like how I love my camaro.

♥