Dream Guy, Bad Timing

If perfect existed, it was he

If “together” was ever twisted, it was they

For his heart was constistent

But her soul was stone cold.

Her heart wanted roots

His mind wanted wings
And the more he allowed her to pull on his heartstrings,

The deeper the torment of his feelings.
Her heart was unsteady, but he was determined to sing to its beat


She only needed time to slow and for her healing to fall in place.

He wanted time to pass, and for her to run at his own pace.

His sense of timing was flawed.

But boy, he was just the perfect guy, only that he had shown up during the wrong phase.



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