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We rise

We fall

We Drive

We stall

We watch this child

Grow for the longest Haul

This life cycle usually finds us all

We just wait for that final curtain call







Act 1



First kiss First touch

First blush, first rush

Intoxicated is us

For love we're lushes

Gushing with lust

Passion we're acting like

The last people in existence

Pull away

Baby I love your resistance

In a instant

I see a shy girl diminishing

Butterflies oh what a high this feeling is

What's so appealing is

The arching of your back

We start a fire girl, we don't know how to act

Our chemistry attracts

Like a beat and rhyme flows

Feels like the purity of the first fallen snow

Now we're bound to go



All the way





Act 2



Now I'm addicted Your addicted

We're afflicted with each other

Suffocate and smother

Each other like gravy and onions

I gave you my loving because

It was nothing for me

To see you every hour, every second of the day

We're in each others faces cuz we like it that way

Until conversation gets deeper

Then we start to stray

Hey?

Insecurities are coming out to play

Pet peeves leads to Disar....

Ray

The more we keep on running our mouth

I guess that's when the real shit starts to come out

Wish I could harness these lips

I'm digging myself south

The point of no return now we on that route

I really can't stand what you have to say

I guess the honeymoon is over baby

I see we are about to fall



All the way





Act 3



So are we better? are we worse?

Are we gifted or are we cursed?

Did we fail? did we work?

Or did we bring with us

Some us of that yesterday hurt

Or maybe we lost our thirst?

Getting comfortable and complacent

Stuck in the middle

Desire is latent

Getting impatient pacing and waiting

For love to reawaken

Let's take it back to the basics

Naked, way back when we both we're consumed

Wrapped in each other

In the darkness of my red room

It's either black or white

We can't keep straddling this Grey

We're upon that fateful day

Guess we didn't make it...



All the way.



Been traveling and searching

Now this journey is complete

Time to rest now, look at our blistered feet

Relax tonight, as we fall earlier into that deep

We both know... when morning comes

So we cherish this last bit of sleep.





Love you always Tiffany.



© Poet of Pain 2008