Gears

As the cogs of time pass with each motion,
Ticking with a greater notion,
That pain will soon subside in ways,
And make room for darker days.

But who to listen to the crazed sound,
Of gizmos whirring all around,
The wracking of a hurting bird,
One that wishes for joy, unheard.

For happiness bound by turning tides,
Who knows where true love resides,
But terrified to brave the field,
Despite the heartfelt yield.

Yet who can blame the heartfelt screams,
Who's been tossed aside like the wind-up boy it seems,
Crossed and stabbed in the back as though,
Each other soon will come to know.

That loving birds and wind-up boys,
Aren't too far apart, as Fate enjoys,
To pull the strings and make a match,
And hoping that the boy will catch -

The pieces that are falling fast,
Gears grinding against a past,
Steaming with pained cries of lost,
Soldiers braving the field of the tossed.

That once others have their way,
Thrown aside for another day,
Not realizing that the true treasure lay,
In toys not built for play.

Not to handle a course so rough,
Built to last - but not tough,
To see the world with the one who'd pull,
The strings of fate, and wind the gears to their full -

But this poor broken bird,
Who only wishes to be heard,
In the hands of a wind-up boy,
His services he will employ.

To fix the crumbling, and tattered bits,
To show that he never quits,
No matter how damaged, no matter how lost,
Its heart had been tossed.

No matter the fall that shattered her so,
And wrapped her in the pain she's come to know,
The crushing weight so hard to bear,
To show that he truly did care -

Pushing the weight, with his arms so weak,
A whimper, a cry, a voice so meek,
Only to be heard by she who cared,
And finally saw that he too was scared.

Even though he wasn't strong,
The wind-up boy tried to do no wrong,
Yet hurting those he held closest still,
Wondering what she will -

Do and say,
Tomorrow or today,
Unknowing of what fate had in store,
Yet he'd stay with her forevermore.

As long as she'd have him, as long as it took,
And under the weight they shook,
Giving it their all with pride,
With nothing left to hide -

Yet the wind-up boy waits,
Listening to the whirring Fates,
Of gears and gizmos heart-wrenching sound,
Of the she that he found.

So he did weep, as though to show,
That she can cry also,
Because this boy loved her so,
And everything he wished to know.

Every moment wished to spend,
Every bust he wished to mend,
To show her that it's alright,
And even wind-up boys can fight...

Against the grinding whirring Fate,
No longer to hesitate,
To jump at the chance of helping her smile,
Making it all worth while.

Author's Note

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