Enter the bubble of the time witch
Watch as your mind drifts into a ditch
Here there are no watches
Just swatches of protruding pasts
And possible futures
Are you the only one that sees it
Or is it hers
Is it okay to believe it
Thoughts swarm your mind like locus
Trapped on this lily pad of lotus
When you’re with her
It’s hard to focus on anything else
There is nothing but yourselves
Life is put on a shelf
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Comments (3)
What indeed does time mean when we're with those we love?
Beautiful!
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