You had a second to smile at me,
Threefold, to blow a kiss.
A minute, make sure it reached me,
Your aim for the lips to miss.
You had an hour to find me,
I lost you a third the way:
A date to make my clock run wild
Without a map to stay.
Sixty one minutes, a tick of charm,
You landed on my watch.
Forty five minutes, I owe you still,
And counting, with this swatch.
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I like this one!! It's nice to see some of your poems again. :)
I made some wallpapers from some of your poems from a few weeks ago and finally got around to posting them on Painted Stain, be sure to check those out!
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