maybe it's something about
staring at that digital clock at
the front of your car
counting down the seconds
the moment the time hits an angel number.
you look at me with all the love in the world
your eyes are full of velvet and security.
time is at a standstill when i'm around you
clocks around us slow down
to watch us fall in love a little longer
scream my name from the mountains once again
i promise i'll hear it.
i'm consumed by the comfort of knowing
i say goodbye to say hello another time
it starts all over
where i meet you at the end every time.
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the inevitable
Poetryunderestimate, unfold, understand. the third installment from words better left unspoken
