3000 Mile Long Love

there is a clock in my heart, moving my hands sailing times passage, blood in the sand a hug understands my love has been damned drained of a life source, no plug for the can savored and sorted for the store on demand waving all importance, more for the sham of falling for the glory, holes in the glam tolls on a man when truth hit the stand candy for my sights, bright in the night lit by the morning scorned with a spite phone off the hook from the static of a crook who stole someones lovin based on a look enthralled with enchantment, my pigeons are doves connections that can fuzz what i wrote above unicorns uptown, dating not a sub patience when it comes to 3000 mile long love