take me two minutes
I think it's mostly what I have to show you only
a dose is a choice
a little sip I've shoved
give me your ear
give it me
or cut it off from you.
our hearts aren't echoes
can't beat a solemn rock wall
my voice can't reproduce
in little interruptions of itself
but can be listened-to, can be
archived
or erased
or erased before it exists
by your fingers
if your brain gets to them first
or maybe you'll keep your ear in your heart please
