She was drowning she knew it.
But that was nt what hurt.
He pretended like he was nt the reason.
That was what did.

It was ticking when I got my heart broken.
It ticked as I found my way back.
It shall tick even if we all were to perish and die,
that old clock, counted days of my life.
Ticking seconds like heartbeats
as if to remind nothing last forever.

She knew things were bad,
but insecurity just pulled her down.
She sure was scared,
In the end she did stand up.

Words might become dark.
They might fade.
They might blend in and may not.
But they remain forever, just like scars.

Glass and ice are pretty much the same.
When hard, and sculpted they seem flawless.
Only, one cuts, the other melts.