I made a horrid mistake, I was careless with a good woman’s heart.
I now have a chance to put things right.
The last few weeks have been full of self doubt, but recently I’ve found a ray of hope.
She lives far away, and I’ve decided to spend money I don’t really have to chase after a dream of a happy continuation (Because it doesn’t end, even if the story ends…).
So I’ll drive all day to try and show her what level I’m willing to go to to prove that she is what matters to me.
I mean, I even wrote a silly, Steampunk inspired poem!
(I’ve not written a poem like this in years…)
They don’t turn anymore, since they slipped out of sync.
There’s an empty place, where your gear goes.
And though everything still works, and the machine still runs.
There’s a spot where the tic-toking has stopped.
They don’t turn anymore, since they slipped out of sync.
Wind as I may, they just won’t go.
And when things move, it’s with a jerky hitch.
As if the smooth action has something lost.
They don’t turn anymore, since they slipped out of sync.
The mainspring’s loose, and just won’t hold.
Nothing will mesh, and the teeth are worn down.
And there’s an empty place, where your gear goes…..
Here’s to actions (Driving 4 hours) speaking louder than words (I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry).
I will make this right.
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