19 November 2015

Back to the Start

By Bryan

Beating faster,
Must be a race,
Faster and Faster.

Wait, things are slowing,
No longer racing,
Slowly changing

Beating slower,
Slower,
I’m in love with her,
Slower still,
She no longer feels the same.

Opponents catching up,
Storm is closing in,
Seems darkness is going to win.

Glimmers of hope,
Fading,
Beats, are, still slowing.

This race is over,
I have lost,
Past is coming,
Heart still slowing.

Once again,
I am at the start,
In love with a girl
Who does not feel the same.

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