Temptation rising to the highest level.
We were in high school, but all my friends went to school high.
Joey was a bad ***, so that caught ur attention.
So I started skipping practice, missing classes and never showed up for detention.
I had to act like a pro, pulling you closer, kissing you slower, making you fall for it all.
She asked if I ever had *** before.
Of course I acted cool and said yeah.
So she thought I was a pro, but I kept it smooth.
The coast was clear.
I walked you home after school and I was supposed to be at football practice.
Kissing the whole way, touching each other at the back paths... Making the walk longer to foreplay.
Once we arrived to your house, nobody was home.
Your moms car was still there, but there was a note in the kitchen saying that they were gone.
We rushed into it, but I kept my cool.
Acting like I've done this before.
She told me to take it easy, because it was her first time too.

You don't hate Mondays ...

You hate your life... Leave Mondays out of this.

Nobody should hate a day.


This is a gift.


You are a blessing.

This is not a poem.

YOU

ARE

A

SOUL

WITH

A

BODY....



Not a body with a soul.

The blanket we were using had stars on it, while we were lost in the sky.
Made us feel like we were floating in abyss.
We were so distant from the world, but we were so connected as one.
Vibrant wires, electric relaxation.
Passionate, connected lips for conformation.
It felt real.
Even though we both don't know what that word really means.
Kind of like how we don't know what the world really means.
But at that moment, everything make sense.
At that moment was a glimpse of heaven.
Our eyes open and we came back to life.
Which I guess we call reality.
So I guess that "Real" was futile.
So I guess that all of this is futile.
Should we appreciate that nothingness?
Or hate the fact that there is something real out there?