Our elevators are these scary things
that shake and shiver, wanting only rest
grudgingly pulling us down - they bring
our selves back and forth on our endless quests.
We quest for love, we quest for life, for peace
they mumble, groan, complain about our feet
that scurry too fast. we never decrease
our frenzied pace, they carry us all, our heat.
Heartbeat. Heartbreak. True love's first kiss - they see
it all, still unimpressed by comings, fights,
our goings, tears. But also they leave us be,
a haven from our lives, they leave us be.
No silent protest offer they, but still
our hearts they see, our secrets keep in full.
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