The road stretchs infintely ahead of us
uncomfortable silences hold our words captive
with everything I can't say
I glance over at you beckoning with my eyes
sex now not a mystery a goal I have already achieved
unsatisfying like a single drop of water on a dry throat
I yearn now for your hand in mine
intimacy the separation of love from lust
the feelings I feel for you
but a young galliant heart riding the wind
wildly without a second thought seldom thinks of deeper connections
who am I to tell you to give up your freedom
give up hot bathroom rendevous for movie nights and cuddle times
just that ten year old girl waiting to catch your eye and slide
this road is more treachorous then you are willing to take
less traveled often abandoned
empty hearts lay trampled heaving slow pumps
barely beating left to suffer at loves grasps
this end maybe tragic
two lovers lying dead in the catacombs
one holding a bottle of poison one with a bloody knife in hand
but the journey to a where their lips met
so powerful and all emcompassing
im sure they would choose this road again
I stare ahead wondering if the end of our road could be better
well i'll wipe the tears away later if only you would hold my hand
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