There was a
certainty
about you. Of
momentum and
velocity and mass.
I’m still at the
summit,
watching you
free wheel
and swerve.
You lean forward,
all eyes and
turned up smiles.
Wheels skipping
and feet off the pedals.
You left me behind
and
Oct 12, 2012
Oct 12, 2012 at 10:52 AM UTC
There was a
certainty
about you. Of
momentum and
velocity and mass.
I’m still at the
summit,
watching you
free wheel
and swerve.
You lean forward,
all eyes and
turned up smiles.
Wheels skipping
and feet off the pedals.
You left me behind
and
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