lock heart
Pick pocketed lives delve into
Runaway futures, Never to be seen...
Jagged punctuation followed by
Half finished thoughts written into
The memories we never saw shared ---
Back tracking to yesterdays
That hold knowing keys
I cannot find
The proper pathway
Seems to have morphed
Into a storm of angry clouds
Waving into the sea ...
The sand meets our feet with a quickness
As I feel me fall out of sync
You Rise above the rest
Knowing talk is cheap
We stay quiet...
Tangled threads woven
By Lockhart love...
Wise eyes of youth hear the feels
That become blinded by years...
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