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Glassy eyes staring
Into the depths of you
Tick-tock, tick-tock

Reflecting past times
Tears and smiles collide
Tick- tock, tick- tock

I have found you
And we can’t make up
Our -tick! Minds- tock!

I’m - Tick! Lost - tock!
In who you are and why
Tick! You- tock! cry...

Mark your place in
Time with another
Question- Tick! - Tock!

Why?
Drift away for me, my dear.
Sleep 'till you aren't even here.

Ease the mind, ease the heart.
Feel the will to breathe fall apart.
Thoughts of you and I, so elusive.

The strength behind your eyes.
The worry behind mine.

Haunting beauty intoxicating me.
I want you - My secret, my need.

Forever locked away...
The small minded humor those seeking relief.
It’s all or nothing, with empty decisions.

Spreading smoldered fragments, these ******* lies.
It's quite the disease - the naive listeners.

Hurt and Bias hold our hands.
I've kept your ****** secrets hidden - Far from sight
Theirs and mine.

MANIPULATOR! - show your regrets...
Let your hands come clean.

Oh yes, I meant for me!
I mean for me ... For me.
I lathered my hands gently,
My skin drinks the lotion.

Feeling rather useless after a "good ****"

Free from minuscule flaws,
My rough nails distract you.

I lose your interest, once again...
You are such as the
snow is.
May be cold, but always beautiful.

And no matter how little or how much
people know of you, everyone's life is affected
in some small way.

I love you.  All of you.
Finger tips, like memories
Collide with your soft lips
No fonder of a moment,
than you and I, than this.
These times of you and I
Oh how they coagulate in my mind

I miss you - I will always miss you
Those Eyes.
Dissolving in the back of my mind.
I take your soul, I take you whole.
Every single time.

Those Eyes.
Raiding all the thoughts in my head.
It's just too late, this is your fate.
And in my sight no crime.

Those Eyes.
Oh how they penetrate
and as do I.
As my head fell back into the water,
I was consumed by the overwhelming sound of my pulse.

It was then, I realized;

I have purpose, I have reason.
I have life.

I have a say.

— The End —