Wednesday, December 30, 2015

Machinery

We change like seasons and move with tides
Break our watches to find more time
Sweet bubbles of laughter escape our lips
Tongues touch in the sweetest kiss
Our souls collide as flesh is grazed
Minds lost into a blurry haze
At times we sit in a silent night 
And listen to the tick of a broken plight
Exhausted and worn;
Bent out of shape
But we differ from clocks, wouldn't dare to break.

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