Dawning leisurely, it won't feel slow 
It will be impetuous
Snapping into the night 
Expensing time apart 

Oblivious of how to stitch yourself back 
Fit yourself at the crook of their neck 
In the space between their arms  
As if you never left the core 

Spiralling insignificant nothings 
Salvaging pieces of innocent comments 
Humans, we are who pick on wounds and scabs
Seeing the friction to see the reaction

Falling in love to do the impassable 
Vowing what we can’t vow 
Promises hanging in the air 
Like splintered fragments 

Blocking the shrine in your mind 
It always dawns leisurely 
To be in the arms around tender love
Yet falling out of love

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