Love rush(ya, its another poem)
Run don’t walk
I want to reach the feeling soon
The feeling that makes your fingertips tingle
The feeling that makes your heart feel constricted
But with the feeling of anticipation
Of the following events
Hand in hand we turn away from this skeptical world
fingers intwined, we run away
Away from daylight to our clandestine
You be the question, my lips will be the answer