Emotions that feel like morning traffic
—people are rushing to fall in love
Their tears are like a morning sun,
you blink once and it all seems to be gone.

While my eyes are like a bed; wrestling on
a mattress just to fall asleep
My kisses act like their in charge, to
make another mouth my turf to assert my dominance,
Though I see some of us live quite a remote life,
but we are often the ones who want the most control.

The ones to always rise to the loudest occasion,
pretty much the same people, who could never smell a rose.