clockwork hearts (2016)

Free Verse ReVolution

Got the rest of our lives to
wish away,
play old
feelings like piano keys,
opportunity to seize the

day,

gamble
on finite games of chance;

ask that
first dance of auburn eyes
and per chance, entrust
my life to her.

So much
time to answer
pressing questions,
take
predestined places,

face impending
tides.

So many years
to watch it all pass by
and somehow seems

I’ve run out
of time to
disregard at
your expense.

All tomorrows come to
an end,
clockwork hearts
ahead of the
curve opined.

As for mine, it’s about a minute
farther
behind
now.

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