Train track love.
Off course.
Stop and go type love.
Is this what we are really made of?
I see more in you than you see in yourself.
You put me high on a pedestal, like a rollercoaster about to collapse.
You soothe my mind and give me clarity.
Totally opposites, but you’re the man for me.
Train.
Thump, thump, thump, thump.
BOOM.
Track.
Tick Tick Tick Tick. Tack.
Collapse.
Yet I love, I love you, I do…
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