Broken lungs
and on the way back down
heart thought to say so.
Stuck on repeat or so it seems
but I’d never admit a difference.
Captivation was key in transforming
a we, or us, or both if you must.
And I think I do.
Hold your tongue until everyone is seated,
arrangements completed, and
dreams seized until they’re needed.
Not entirely sure when that’ll be,
you turn to me and doubt the belief
that never is a state of mind.
In time, my little temper trap;
this world? Yours and mine.
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