The girls walked through the mazes of rides

They never went on any

But just the choice of so many

Was enough for none

No they wanted more

She

The one people called perfect

Each time she pretended

She wanted the courage

To be brave enough to ask her

She

With brown coils cut short

With scissors she had used one to many times

She wanted she wanted what her heart thought was impossible

She just needed a sign

Anything really

To latch her hope onto

And so together they wandered but it was more quiet this time

They both were to busy wishing

Gazing in the others eyes

Photo Booth!

One of them said

Their bodies edged closer together as they sat down

She

The one people called perfect

Was biting her nails

She

The one with brown curls cut short

Was nervously observing every action

the camera flashed

They were caught by suprise

But then they realized they didnt have much time

And She

The one people called perfect leaned into to kiss

She

The one with brown curls cut short

Was already leaning in

And there bodies intertwined for three more flashes

They stepped out their bodies closer than before

As they walked through the world with choices of so many

But they them together

Was just enough