My mind replays that teenage weekend. The one that was intense, carefree and beautiful. We spent that weekend like young lovers Racing thoughts and pulsing hearts Not once did we stop and think about what is right or what is wrong.
Though in this teenage weekend, nothing is wrong it is all right. That's the beauty of this teenage weekend.
Exploring the new depths of something so profound, we are innocent. This is new. It is beautiful. Carefree. Intense.