Heartbeats Control the Pace of Time

Running out
Of words that rhyme
Good thing my heart
Doesn't keep the time

For this clock
Would be considered broken
It would stop
When your words are spoken

Then speed up
When I see you smile
All logic is gone
I'm counting the seconds in a mile

I gasp for air
I forgot I do need that gas
But with that breath comes feelings
Like cold wind through broken glass

These feelings are bad
Because the are so good
Showing me things I never had
And things I never would

Now time is going, a mile a minute
And my heart is keeping pace
I blame that gorgeous smile
Thats curled across your face

I'm running out
Of words that rhyme
Hoping this heart
Can control time

Because then all this
Would last forever
If my heart stopped and then came time
This idea would be far more clever

When my heart stops
Time has no pace
And my heart stops
In your warm embrace

*to Breanne*