Random Musings

February 10, 2015

she is the tick tick tocking of the clock

time is never on our side because she is time

age is just a number and she is every number there is

that would make her infinity because she is time

and yet she's timeless to me

she's a priceless credit card i'd use to

buy all the time in the world but i cant

because she is not for sale

i have no idea where this poem is headed

but maybe i've been typing it wrong the whole time

because what i really wanted to say is that she is mine

she's an unruly concept that nobody understands

but that doesnt mean i dont wake up every morning and try

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