My lungs swell with the rebel inside.
They fill the air with, "Just try".
My heart ferociously beats with love,
it beats out the rhythm through my feet.
The rebel, the beat, the love,
all passions coming and clanging together
in my mind.
A common ground, a common love, a common passion,
a common amorous feeling, a common extravagahnt fondness for many or one similarity.
What passion we lack in our relationship.
No common passion... What?
How can we carry on?
"We fall in love with the wrong people."
lights, thoughts, rhythms, and feeling
pour out of my actions and eyes
but you and me, my love; we lack Passion.