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The clock is
louder today than yesterday,
Ticking my life away,
won’t let me stay,
But saddest of all
is this, I know,
I wis..
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My mind wanders, it bends, it breaks.
There’s so much that my mind can take.
My mind is sharp, it’s like a trap
But it ke..
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I wish August was tomorrow
A month was long ago
I’d have you here beside me
No one’d have to know
With paper streamers..
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The sun moves away, leaving twilight in its wake. A poem I woke from the middle of a dream-filled sleep to jot down.
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Love lost left behind in a cheap clock.
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All the bitterness
has left me
Yet I hurt you all
the same
I’ve nothing left
to lose
I’ve tired of this
wistful game
..
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Who are you,
little girl, hiding in my skin?
Who are you? Why
won’t you let me in?
I know your pain,
I know your woe.
I&rsqu..
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Haunting now, I can’t find sleep
I’ve dug this grave far too deep
And “tick tock” the clock is singing
Inside..
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A rather old one I found.
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A refuge and a tomb made from one girl's room. Random rhyme crapped out after a fight and kicking my door's a*s in rage.
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