Friday, 29 September 2017

Our beats

Lemme go, she said.
Where will you go, he asked.

Away from you, she replied.
How far is the away, he questioned.

I don't know, she dismissed him.
Then lemme carry you there, he pressed.

For when your beats thud against mine,
You will realize
That it's our joint beats
That has kept us alive.

© LR











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