You are sly
You are shy
How can you be so
A mystery you are

You are wholesome
But just as lonesome
In which makes up
Someone like you

You are terrible
Yet you're terrific
You're stuck
Yet free
Cloudy
Yet clear
Rigid
Yet fluid
And then
it makes all sense

You are two sides
That collide together
You're a dichotomy
A paradox
That seems
As though
You're not

The ceaseless hearing
of the pitter pattering
That pulls you in deep
Whenever the grey clouds weep

You close your eyes
As the atmosphere cries
in which resounds from the ceiling
Leaving that tranquil trace of a feeling

Is
that
sinking
realization
of
falling
for
the
wrong
person

Tick Tock
The clock
Goes
It's that sinking feeling
That time will still pass by
While we're deeply sleeping
Or even after we die
Tick Tock
The clock
Shall go