The Ride

Strap us in, we are on the incline heading over that very first drop
Its where the wind blows and your heart stops
...we will continue and excel...
Never can tell where we might end up, hopefully the track breaks and we fly off free of objectives...less is more to the subjective

...Into the eyes of the beholder lies the beauty in her eyes as I hold her...

Tightly pressing out her air, she exhales pain
We are frightened of the next turn as our bodies burn the same
...it's hard binding and twisting...
We lean forward into it, instead of resisting

Even though we may never reach the end at this rate
Its the trip that counts, not the wait
Only at the beginning can you dictate fate
So take a chance on this ride before its to late




Poetry by TheNakedPoet
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Written on 2007-12-14 at 10:06

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