The Chase - Poem by Katty Livingston
It always seems so simple, so..
Like a butterfly that lands on your shoulder,
And then it bites you.
The same is for The Chase-
Boy meets girl,
Steals her heart.
But what if there's no heart to steal?
It's like having a calender that tells
Which day it isn't.
Or a watch that tells you
What time it's not.
Time has no meaning.
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