Rocket Love

I fall for the rocket kind of love.
The kind where we shoot off when our energy is high.
Where we build up with eachother on different levels.
I want that love.

I’ve been falling without permission.
And that’s my downfall.
The mission is to do it respectfully.
With all regards for my heart.

It has to work this time.
Putting all my fuel on the line.
There not time to let up and this rocket will never stop until outer space.
Until we’re floating without air.

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