I remember a day
When you hurried over to me
In quite a rush.
"Have this."
And you extended your hand.
A single die fell into my palm.
It was cold, and hard, and a plain cube,
White, with 21 black dots on it.
Lifeless and inanimate,
It meant the world to me.
I remember a day
When you hurried over to me
In quite a rush.
"Have this."
And you extended your hand.
Your heart fell into my palm.
It was warm and barely beating,
A sloppy mass of tissue and life.
Broken and battered,
It meant the world to me.
Jul 17, 2013
Jul 17, 2013 at 3:06 AM UTC
I remember a day
When you hurried over to me
In quite a rush.
"Have this."
And you extended your hand.
A single die fell into my palm.
It was cold, and hard, and a plain cube,
White, with 21 black dots on it.
Lifeless and inanimate,
It meant the world to me.
I remember a day
When you hurried over to me
In quite a rush.
"Have this."
And you extended your hand.
Your heart fell into my palm.
It was warm and barely beating,
A sloppy mass of tissue and life.
Broken and battered,
It meant the world to me.
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