Wrist Watches

jbstevens

Her skin, like caramel
His heart, like gold
The hands in their wrist watches
Were never meant to hold
For he was born with a clock seven hours too late


They plotted to kill Father Time
For never being on their side
But Mother Earth protected him
Because time is just a synonym
For the mountains and oceans she had to create

  • Author: jbstevens (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 30th, 2016 02:20
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 18
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  • Tony36

    Great write



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