Pin ******
Tiny scabs down my arm
I know every tick you made,
Every beat my heart skipped,
Each minute I lost.
Preoccupation of the teenage mind.
Longing for someone who shares ideas
Like honey trickling,
Slow but steady...
We both lost this race.
Jun 20, 2014
Jun 20, 2014 at 12:24 AM UTC
Pin ******
Tiny scabs down my arm
I know every tick you made,
Every beat my heart skipped,
Each minute I lost.
Preoccupation of the teenage mind.
Longing for someone who shares ideas
Like honey trickling,
Slow but steady...
We both lost this race.
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