The silence is filled by
Slowed breathing and quiet
Quakes in your chest.
Your heart a heavy
Drum and my burdensome
Lids can hardly make it
Through the symphony.
I give up my fight
And take one last glance
At the clock before surrender;
Just in time to
Witness the universe
Synchronizing
Just for us.
Apr 9, 2019
Apr 9, 2019 at 11:53 PM UTC
The silence is filled by
Slowed breathing and quiet
Quakes in your chest.
Your heart a heavy
Drum and my burdensome
Lids can hardly make it
Through the symphony.
I give up my fight
And take one last glance
At the clock before surrender;
Just in time to
Witness the universe
Synchronizing
Just for us.
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