The sweet taste of first love is like driving a fast car up and down a hill
The adrenaline
The highs and lows
The hollow,scary,but beautiful feeling you get in your gut
gliding down
Then soaring up
Like eagles we mate for life
Then that same taste gets bitter
As fear and reality rolls in
Suddenly everything is put in slow motion
There are at least a million details you need to focus on
like how this could all be a dream
once savored
Then ripped away just as fast as it began
Thatś why some people hate that hollow, scary, but beautiful feeling
There is no hope in it, there is no guarantee of home
Still some, knowing this, notice the small things
Like two black birds sitting close to one another on a power line
Some wonder if they're in love
Others only see two black birds sitting on a power line
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Kaikamahinenani
Hi, I'm Hine
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