• emeliegothe 9w

    So much for the runner's high
    So much for the gamer's rush
    Whether I was chasing butterflies
    Or risking all for a royal flush
    Never once in my life
    Have I ever had beginner's luck
    You give me all those kicks maximized
    Summed up with just one look

    Eyes so green they blur out the finish line
    The red running tracks turn into grass
    Our stream of conversation is like a vacation
    With no final destination to grasp
    Do you really need yet another sign
    When utterly few things
    Are the unwavering giver like a river
    Why so much for a maybe
    When we could've had a given
    All this time

    ©E.C. Göthe