Half-Past Maybe

When the big hand is squeezing my heart
and the little hand is in my stomach
drumming its fingers.

Every time I see you
with every calm, collected smile
and every charming laugh
the clock ticks the seconds by
closer and closer to the hour
closer and closer to maybe,
maybe,
maybe.





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rachelyanggggggg said...
Jan. 31, 2010 at 11:13 pm
can totally relate. 5/5
 
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