A mining town is the opposite of what we are.
We are sunshine and fake laughter
and fake fun
and sun and rain
But we hold true to the fact that we love a good joke.
We love a good relationship.
A good drink at a decent bar.

What I like is a nice kiss.
One that last more than 5 seconds.
That type often means a lot.
or it means nothing at all.

I like that 6 year trial run.
I like when it burned.
I like how the pictures burned with it.
I feel so much about it.
What do you feel?

Do you feel that this town could be taught to mine?
Do you feel we could mine and mine deep  enough to find what was buried deep under?
Is it worth a further catastrophe?
Would it be worth the walls crumbling and you and I would be captured in what was?
What felt like a longer than usual kiss?
The kind that I like,
the kind that once meant something?