As the wind blows through my hair
I sit and stare
without a care.
I look at you and have no worries.
It's just us and all the blurries.
How could we be in such hurries
just wanting to share the touch.
It just hurts so much.
I was not ready and such
but we continued and realized
that we are not that wise.
We acted as if it was a prize.
But within minutes it all hit
we aren't ready for it.