Do you remember when everything was new?
The roads we dared to fly without light
And only our skin to protect our insides.
Things can't been seen, only felt at night.
We were like Clark Kent in our facade
Professionals by day but at night showed fight.
Let me tell you of how road rash is made romantic.
Trying to find courage but love, we just might.
To discover all the ways of being a virgin, is being open to openness.
To try, to strive, to not be afraid to die.
Fly, down fly, on a road of skies
Being grounded by more then just you, but by
Gravity which pulled me to you and you from me.
I've lost you again. To the see of all seas.
YOU ARE READING
Sometimes these words make poetry
Teen FictionReading others poetry gives me the itch to create my own. I'll add some on here from time to time when inspired.
