Step Up..
Most aren't concerned by the view,
Of sunny days - constant services served by the crew
Happiness conserved by your mood. Never deterred by the cruise
A voyage confirmed by a few willing to learn while there's proof
A rebirth of your youth. Love can be a hopeless endeavor,
But its luxury holds them together.. seemingly floating forever
During uncontrollable weather, unbearable crises in forms
They abide through lightning and striking by - fighting the storm
While the islands' are norms - various places to shop
And affection graces their hearts.. souls are a vacationing spot
Barricading their mark. Baring an incredible breeze
While room service has the staff of emotions taking care of their needs
So aware that they see.. like they've established a culture
Their feelings are scavenging vultures - filling up the passenger quota
An unimaginable sculpture. Never fearing appearance
While a week full of joy and excitement becomes years of endearment
Revealed by the simplest.. form by the shining glimpse of their eyes
The twinkling light fulfilling their ride as they drift to the sky
It becomes so vivid, alive.. they never dwell on specifics
And safety becomes at lost drowning in the depths of commitment.
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Some visions are bright and their intentions are right,
Yet somehow they come up almost missing the flight
Their positioning frights them - those choosing to love it
Have to deal with baggage and on cruise they refuse to lose luggage
Try to get used to the grudges.. an illegitimate growth
And with love they jump ship - ultimately missing the boat
Not literally though.. but they do live in the past, crushed
From every clash - rough to last tough grimacing bad luck
So they pack up.. and try to mask their paths during its time
On new cruises while the old preys on the back of their minds
Fronting as rapturous, fine - wanting this new trust
Yet their hunger of love is food poisoning - they threw up
Blaming the crew, but.. it was their treacherous fall
That effected every potential spouse.. an infectious cause
It was dreadful and all, but they'll still be around for the subject
While every stop becomes a staged downfall of destruction
It's either all or it's nothing - although they're ruined for days
Their cruise always ends.. thus their moving away
Into the newest of days - hoping their love will thicken
With anyone.. pressing the 'buy' for another ticket.
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Despite the lectures - there's few on this side who'd rather
Never find the treasure in this type of pleasure
Or its kind of record. All of its turbulence hints
Drawing attention to freak occurrences and the worst of events
Constant nervousness, tensed - that they are voting against it
Cause years on this cruise leads to a motion of sickness
Usually emotionless, rigid.. actively dodging the worries
Never flying South, so they can finally embark on this journey
So dark that it's blurry - never dove in its open stream
And going overseas is impossible cause love is overseen
Yet they sort of dream.. but tears flow as a form of the weather
Believing that this costly trip can't be afforded forever
Over its course it'll get better, but they seriously doubt it
The fulfillment of love on this ship is ridiculously crowded
And they meticulously out it - while remaining founded
On city roads and fast lanes dating - lifestyle staying grounded
Now the pavement's pounded.. cause most are choosing to drive
Pushing 80 down lonely road - cruises are moved to the side
Foolishness ruins their pride.. while they're aborting the trip
More people stand in line to take aboard on the ship.
All aboard the relationSHIP!!!
-Nique.
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