The heavenly sights,
Widen out lights;
Metaphors of us kids fallen short
On a mad machine with a couple missing bolts.

The ocean's power, outweighs
The endless stars,
A sparkling star of many
Glowing pearls.
But pale is love, youthful at a Certain time;

Counting on what's yet to come;
We've casted down shadows of
Our doubts
In the chaos of a silent world.  

Having the hots for each other,
Both with feverish hearts,
Picturing flashes of our kisses,
Meeting a target with tongues
Acting as darts.

            But neither mouths admit
                 They're actually in love.