Like clockwork, hands greet and pass.
Set apart, torn at the heart and eyes that leave pillows with a scent of salt.
It's dead text and missed phone calls, early mornings and late nights spent so dull.
The cogs, the gears, and all our fears are rusty with wicked words and tortured thoughts.
She runs up to your side, and tells another lie and says that everything will be alright.
Like Clock work...
ReplyDeleteyou stare at the phone, waiting for that 1st and possibly last ring
Like Clock work...
they try to change my world
Like Clock work...
We wish upon an invisible star!
Like your work =)
another lie...
ReplyDeleteAgain and again and again I like to think about these problems. As a matter of fact it wasn’t even a week ago that I was thinking about it. To be honest, what is your thought though?
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I like the way you think
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