transcendentA Poem by Rob Johnson
sweet song of her voice in my ear
accelerating the hands of the clock right back words of death holding two mystery boxes contents unknown impossible to predict wait, or move on inevitably I choose poorly worst part is that i deserve it connecting dots that shouldn't be scripting scenes from another show transcendent chemistry though she's art and i'm history there is no amount of wanting that turns this into science still carrying the boxes decision time box not chosen tucked away inside an incredible night fulfilled needs instead i sit with a stopwatch ticking down but the numbers not decreasing another night condemned myself to hope wait the most lush of couches rather uncomfortable alone a lifelong student who never manages to learn
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Added on August 1, 2017 Last Updated on August 1, 2017 AuthorRob JohnsonSan Francisco, CAAboutI'm an interesting guy, a dyslexic writer who loves to write but has a very hard time reading, which is a shame, given how much I love it. Life's been fairly s****y to me, but I have never let it take.. more..Writing
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