Pushing down on the same pedals
Sores develop on your feet
Scars disguised and worn like medals
Who’s to say that your space
Isn’t just where you need to be
Your calluses brush against my face
My heart beats underneath your knee
Pinned to the floor still beating heavily
Your wheels spinning out in my mud
It’s a sight to behold that’s heavenly
Love jumps out the window with a thud
A forgotten scoop of melted ice cream
Oozes through the grooves of the concrete
My intentions warm like a sun beam
Dries us to dust and we blow down the street
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