About to be the 3, 5, I’m laid up with teenage fever.
Feeling like Janet Jackson without the safety of a pre-nup
Our roads, different, we ran on petrol and diesel
Our roads different, supposedly Adidas and Asics,
Drumming our bases, we found laces/ electrifying connections like both worlds were tasered
Face to face we were a fumbling fortress of ferocious fondness
Maybe I’d been chasing Amy or maybe Gin met Tonic
See London at 1.30 birthed 7am in Germany
Had to check mate like we were head to toe in Burberry.
The bucket list met a vision causing intercontinental collision
Audibly adrenaline was all the way up, like it was a day of ascension.
There were starry eyed smiles brighter than Borealis,
The aura of sharp shooters turned battlefields to gardens
How do you spend time with someone and feel like you’ve left with a bargain?