Nothing can match the beating of a heart
Step by step
Feet scrape by the sidewalk surface
Leaving small traces of soul behind
Where the ground was too rough for
Stepping on
1...2...3...
Keep on going
3...4...
The clock keeps on ticking
Hands racing to keep up with each other
As seconds fly by minuets slow down
Hoping to win the race
To the next hour
And beat by beat
Pounds the hardwood dance floor
As toes come in contact with soft fabric
Protecting from splinters
5...6...
Too soft to keep injuries away
As twirling to the ground flurries
Heart beats pound
Meeting drum and river pace
6...7...8...
Racing against metal ticks of clockwork
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 Tattered W!ngs · Sat Dec 31, 2005 @ 09:00pm · 1 Comments |
