Superman and
Superwoman,
A match made in justice league,
That people expected like
Peanut butter and
J e l l y,
He called her sweetheart,
She replied babes,
And the thrill they felt,
Was
I n t o x i c a t i n g,
She laughed at his
Poor jokes,
And he realised her
Laugh,
Was worth every ounce of
E m b a r r a s m e n t,
They talked till late at night,
And felt no regret
Lying
To their
Parents,
Friends,
And unconsciously
T h e m s e l v e s,
Their hearts beat faster
Than
Drumrolls
And yet,
They tried moving farther
Yet farther
A h e a d,
They hadn't experienced
Such a high before,
And jumped over the
Cliff,
Before they could estimate
The
F a l l,
Soon,
Like the amateurs they
Were,
Their hearts
B r o k e
Trust
S h a t t e r e d
And
Nothing
M a t t e r e d
As before.
So much for
Leaving their hearts
Sore
From
Trying
To
Be
More
Than
Amateur.
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