Your heart moves like a pendulum,
the weight of the blood carrying;
as it beats, sways, and springs.
Ba-thump, ba-thump, ba-thump; swing.
The sound of your cuckoo-clock heart rings,
resonates, in my ears, and the vibrations echo in my mind;
your eyes blink, tick tock tick tock.
Ba-thump, ba-thump, ba-thump; swing.
Our eyes lock, whispers linger,
as our breaths synchronize to your metronome;
our feet fumble, tip tap tip tap,
and our time becomes lost in the sound:
Ba-thump, ba-thump, ba-thump; swing.
Feb 20, 2016
Feb 20, 2016 at 2:40 PM UTC
Your heart moves like a pendulum,
the weight of the blood carrying;
as it beats, sways, and springs.
Ba-thump, ba-thump, ba-thump; swing.
The sound of your cuckoo-clock heart rings,
resonates, in my ears, and the vibrations echo in my mind;
your eyes blink, tick tock tick tock.
Ba-thump, ba-thump, ba-thump; swing.
Our eyes lock, whispers linger,
as our breaths synchronize to your metronome;
our feet fumble, tip tap tip tap,
and our time becomes lost in the sound:
Ba-thump, ba-thump, ba-thump; swing.
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