Bored

Our love is like a scooter,
Weak on the outside, but brutal from the inside.
First love, is like the adrenaline rush you'll get when you go full throttle.

No, there is no red wine, nor chocolate bar to proof how drunk and sweet we are.
No, there is no "honey" or "babe" in the air.
There is just me,
holding your hand tight,
singing your favorite love song,
and for the finale,
a whisper to your ear.
It says, I love you.

Love is in the air, simple though.
Can you feel it?

ryo signing off, my heart is toot toot toot toot toot....