It wasn't the rusty bike that turned me off
Or the blistering sun on my skin
It's how badly I really wanted to..
To explore the town, and you
That made you ride alone
It's not that I'm glued to your eyes
And it's not this new country we're in
It's your sweet breath
And your soft lips
That beckon me to kiss you
Trust me, I'm not afraid of any limbs
Not afraid of what you'd say, or that the moment's come and been
It's losing myself completely
The betrayal of a love
That keeps these thoughts locked
deep inside a poem.
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