The 2- Poem by ... Darjet

the seconds tick
the CD skips
the girl eats
the time spills into a crack
sunlight flicks by like film
if it was a dream it would be cherished
not just another day
the quiet genius of your heart
was indifferent to the types of night

bridges are silent
lovers have grown old
Beautiful things can do whatever they want
a first love to hold right up to the last
taken in my arms
protecting you for a second
outside the world paces
gnawing
waiting to wear you down