pushing me out of bounds
and I'm coming up defenseless.
we're running too fast
hearts racing for the 72 hours
that have past.
whistles blow all around us
but all I can hear
are the breaths between you and me.
your eyes seek finish lines
but darling I'm afraid
you won't find those in mine
I don't even know how you do it but you do it every time.
ReplyDeleteAnd you do is so cussing good
I hope your life is as good as your writing
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