my heart was a pocket watch
you made me tick

when you threw me away
now the buttons don't click

you carried me everywhere
I served best as I could

holding on to your side
my shine always stood

one trip down the *****
and down the clock went

hit the floor hard
my gears being spent

my hands froze at midnight
still stuck on a dream

my watchman was never
the man that he seemed

you see something wise
copy and paste
what a surprise
you may have good taste
copyright, plagiarize
not your own words
look how you summarize
trying to be heard
if you want to write poetry
then by god do so
but don't steal from others
its ink that you owe

if you close your eyes
you can find them

cause when you close your eyes

there's only you

if my soul was a rose-bush

there would be petals on the floor

swept away on the wind

leaving hollowed thorns behind

I've captured
my feelings
placed them
in a glass bottle
and thrown them
into the sea