Your heart ticks like a clock
Darling, that'd make your love time.
All I can hear is your sweet voice talking
As I strain to rhyme.
While you remain youthful,
Your timeless romances have aged me
Seems like it’s been years since you have
Ticked for me solely.
Fleeting seconds filled full with neck kisses,
“aged-just- right” red and your lovely self, faultlessly fictitious.
Something’s changed. Evidently so,
Tell me why it’s different darling…
Where did the time go?
Apr 30, 2017
Apr 30, 2017 at 7:09 PM UTC
Your heart ticks like a clock
Darling, that'd make your love time.
All I can hear is your sweet voice talking
As I strain to rhyme.
While you remain youthful,
Your timeless romances have aged me
Seems like it’s been years since you have
Ticked for me solely.
Fleeting seconds filled full with neck kisses,
“aged-just- right” red and your lovely self, faultlessly fictitious.
Something’s changed. Evidently so,
Tell me why it’s different darling…
Where did the time go?
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