#1
When Spring-time longs for summer...

Raindrops cutting like knives
Through snowflakes and dead earth
Sunlight ripping away the whites of our eyes.
Decayed grass
Debris;
Broken bottles and cans

And there you are
Somewhere past the naked tree-line
beating
beating
beating


I turn away my head.
After all, glass isn't nearly reflective enough

I counted the sixty-eight times my expression changed,
My eyes widened, they breathed in your crystalline blues.

My pulse quickens
I turn to my window.

All done in a breath.

All done in just a moment.

All to the rhythm of my heart.

Beating
Beating
Beating
#2
Wow
you have a very different style of writing than most people
and i must say i am very impressed
Can't say that i'd change anything about it
#4
I was just trying to find a way to diction how it was to be spoken.

All done in a breath.

All done in just a moment.

All to the rhythm of my heart.

goes larger to smaller as a heartbeat calms.

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