the sun that ache into my skin,
it beats the heat of the summer days
the sound of the crickets intrude,
birds are reaching up high,
clouds scatter across the blue sky
will feelings change?
will they?
i gather my attention,
to my introspective words
pulling the thread in my head,
but
as the train goes passing by
the clock move closer
to what matters
the most,
&
confiscates the time
that I stood by.
Aug 11, 2018
Aug 11, 2018 at 12:15 PM UTC
the sun that ache into my skin,
it beats the heat of the summer days
the sound of the crickets intrude,
birds are reaching up high,
clouds scatter across the blue sky
will feelings change?
will they?
i gather my attention,
to my introspective words
pulling the thread in my head,
but
as the train goes passing by
the clock move closer
to what matters
the most,
&
confiscates the time
that I stood by.
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