The inner works of me
Grinding gears of bone amidst a ruby sea
Encapsuled within canals of running vein
Running to and from the station of the heart, an endless train
The inner workings of me
A flowing mind composed with pure memories
A simple wanting to be more than par
With dreams that far outnumber stars
The inner workings of me
A planted seed of aspiration reaping fruit from this tree
My limbs reaching towards the dawn
A hopeful poet, writing on
Jul 18, 2013
Jul 18, 2013 at 11:54 AM UTC
The inner works of me
Grinding gears of bone amidst a ruby sea
Encapsuled within canals of running vein
Running to and from the station of the heart, an endless train
The inner workings of me
A flowing mind composed with pure memories
A simple wanting to be more than par
With dreams that far outnumber stars
The inner workings of me
A planted seed of aspiration reaping fruit from this tree
My limbs reaching towards the dawn
A hopeful poet, writing on
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