sometimes the ache is too strong
sometimes i don't even want to hold on
the feeling in my stomach, it makes me sick
it pulses like a bomb inside me: tick, tick

a rhythmic endeavor; a subtle rumbling
my thoughts & emotions, forever tumbling

a clumsy embrace between a boy and a girl
explosive commotions feed way to the whirl
loving & longing, no way to ignore
a beautiful ending, of that i am sure