My heart ticks
incessantly waking up
people as they crash
one second into the next.
Without compromise
cant understand why
it all always unravels
back into shifting gears.
These perfect little notches
sliding into place
so we can fill each other
into something greater than this.
© 2013
Jul 29, 2013
Jul 29, 2013 at 12:18 PM UTC
My heart ticks
incessantly waking up
people as they crash
one second into the next.
Without compromise
cant understand why
it all always unravels
back into shifting gears.
These perfect little notches
sliding into place
so we can fill each other
into something greater than this.
© 2013
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