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As broken clocks show the right time Only twice a day So does my heart Beats twice a year This hollow ***** Fathoms the grip of love To capture its seldom It hides in a cove What have I become To run From the music of the sun And the joy from the drum Why do I cower Try to find cover Hide with great measure From something that is not unnatural to me A few beats left Only a few beats left Will it stop Maybe I won't love again Perhaps I shouldn't love again It's beautiful yes But the higher you go The harder you fall I may have fallen at my hardest I know not how to stand I know not how to weep I know now how to move
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Mar 26, 2025
Mar 26, 2025 at 1:37 PM UTC
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As broken clocks show the right time Only twice a day So does my heart Beats twice a year This hollow ***** Fathoms the grip of love To capture its seldom It hides in a cove What have I become To run From the music of the sun And the joy from the drum Why do I cower Try to find cover Hide with great measure From something that is not unnatural to me A few beats left Only a few beats left Will it stop Maybe I won't love again Perhaps I shouldn't love again It's beautiful yes But the higher you go The harder you fall I may have fallen at my hardest I know not how to stand I know not how to weep I know now how to move
I'm not really sure how this one goes, I wrote it when I had a heartache
#love#anxiety#fear#broken
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eimaichari
22/M/Saturn
Mar 26, 2025
Mar 26, 2025 at 1:37 PM UTC
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