Born to a body I do not know formative years spent in ignorance crashing trucks together, hot wheels running them off the curb outside with my best friend
He is distant now same classes, same neighborhood lives spent together running through fields and muddy waters on rainy days my friend
Familiar friend reaches for my hand he kisses it, wet lips leaving trails of hope a life spent apart running through absent moments, a blissful craze does he know me?
He holds me close, hands on my cheek he kisses my lips, leaving a fire inside of me a life come around recognition a threat to a blissful moment he knows meβ¦