No kick drum, bass, or snare,
Can, with my heart, compare.
Beating strong and loud
Through my veins blood pounds.
Excitement and intrigue,
A thrilling rush like Blitzkrieg.
This old feeling renewed,
A stomach full of butterflies for you.
This could be different or entirely the same,
But finding out's the fun of the game.
Suspense keeps me to my seat's edge,
Lifted is the weight I dredge.
What will come I do not know,
For now, till then, let good times flow.
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Pen To The Page
PoetryThis is a collection of poems I've written when thoughts stayed on my brain too long. There's a lot going on in there! Some are happy, even silly but a lot- are not. I should probably give the disclaimer that there's definitely some harsh language t...
