The Clock.A Poem by Taylor.
Time ticks second after second.
I wait. sitting here with my heart on my sleeve. Waiting for a man so broken he's forgotten how to love. I try my best to pick up the pieces. To sew them into place. Yet how can I make his dead heart come to life? It flutters, making my hopes rise and fall. My emotions spread onto a map. The blue prints never match. Will I ever be enough to start this heart back up? How many pieces am I missing?? My heart shouts for his to awaken. From times of hope to times where all is to hopeless. I need to feel his warmth. Yet for now all I can need is this clock to announce I made it to the Twelve! I'll sew this man together. I'll awaken this heart, and listen to the song of the clock announcing I finally struck the twelve. © 2013 Taylor.Reviews
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Added on July 23, 2013Last Updated on July 23, 2013 AuthorTaylor.saulte ste marie, canada, CanadaAboutHey, My name is Taylor. I am 15 years of age. This is my way of letting go of things I suppress. Pain, worries, ect. Thank you for reading (: more..Writing
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