The first time was the best!
You should have been there,
it felt so good and with the right person.
I couldn't get it off my mind,
so I've been doing it every chance I get,
with anyone willing to be with me.
I can't get enough of that energy.
All the sweat, blood, and tears over a few hours,
and then you leave with your ears ringing.
I can't tell what I smell like, but we look perfect in this light,
and I can't wait to do it again. Maybe with someone else.
It's always the best with my family though,
it's a shame my sister couldn't make it to the last show.
That was our one chance to see a concert together before she passed.
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Thresheld
PoetryMy life is a series of thresholds that I overcome through poetry. Love, loss, pain, regret, humor, irony, word play, and even sarcasm are as much apart of my life as they are central to my poems here. I am Thresheld. UPDATE: It's been quite a few ye...