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.