Unless we voyage the unexplored thoughts

Is this facade worth showing the blots?

An emotion, a hug, a tear, a scent,

A feeling that removes the distinction between beginning and end.

The adrenaline rush with every sunshine

A speedy high every night

Without drugs and drinks,

With curiosity simmering from the glass’s brink,

A quicksand of emotions where we sink

A roller coaster, a mountain, an ice cream, a Sunday

A quick exchange of glance, a willingness to take chance.

The final dance, with her at the alter,

Looking at my happily ever after.

A girl that means love.

A high there is no going back from.


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