Feelings of Passion
The coolness of my basement makes me hyped
And the warmth of heaters makes me depressed.
The presence of my family makes me stressed,
Yet the remembrance of my semi-lover
Is what makes me foresee
The ripening of my arousing essence.
I am who I am and our sensational kiss
Was enough to transform everlasting bliss
Into a piece of my gradational adolescence.
Hoping for a kind of future with her.
'Cause now I'm so sure of how I feel,
I want this daydream of me and her
To become so magically real.
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