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Tick Tock
Tick… tock
It isn’t enough
And you can feel it slipping away
You can feel her waiting
Empty
Alone
Insane
And she’s waiting
Still waiting
For you to tell her
That she’s the one
Every tick
Of the clock echo's
And your voice
Is trapped
Between fight
And flight
Maybe tonight
You'll find courage
Find the words
Make them count
Lift her from
The depths of her thoughts
Before the stains of past living
Blacken her completely
And there is no coming back from that
Tick..tock
It's time to make a choice
It isn’t enough
And you can feel it slipping away
You can feel her waiting
Empty
Alone
Insane
And she’s waiting
Still waiting
For you to tell her
That she’s the one
Every tick
Of the clock echo's
And your voice
Is trapped
Between fight
And flight
Maybe tonight
You'll find courage
Find the words
Make them count
Lift her from
The depths of her thoughts
Before the stains of past living
Blacken her completely
And there is no coming back from that
Tick..tock
It's time to make a choice
Published 18th Feb 2012
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18th Feb 2012 9:46pm
I'm curious to know if this is mabey about you?
Or is it just one of those pieces you threw together effortlessly
Or is it just one of those pieces you threw together effortlessly
18th Feb 2012 10:52pm
Thanks for your comment Kourtnissi. I want to keep a little mystery in this piece. It's more interesting if I keep people guessing. x)
19th Feb 2012 00:05am
Clocks slay time... time is dead as long as it is being clicked off by little wheels; only when the clock stops does time come to life. I really enjoyed this write. I have nothing to do, but I never have enough time.
