The thrill of  cuting through the fall breeze
The smell of a new parking lot
everything around you is to your use
But then..

there's the fall,

The scrapes,

The bleeding.

The passion and love you have for it can never hurt
Just keep on riding.

Could I have found the one?
Could you be mine?
Could this work?
Could we be what we were looking for?
I guess we'll find out

You said it was worth it
You gave me hope and I thought I had it
Only time will tell what will happen
This waiting game
This sense of fulfilment
I thought I had it
But it the end I lost it.