a constant hum
who is beating on that eerie drum?
there's no way to win love
nowhere to run
just face him headlong,
face him undone
quickened shallow breaths
sunken darting eyes
looks like guilt a creepin' cross the skies
who is in the wrong?
who's in the right?
could a fluent gamer possibly sight?
but time is ticking
ticking
ticking
with stomach pitting
'na swollen heart
swallowing worries of being apart
not too many ups
far too many downs
Who makes the rules in this foul game of rounds?
-AJM
