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You're the clock
The one that strikes noon
Begins to make me swoon
But once it's past three,
You get up and leave.

It feels like my head is at war with my heart.
Thoughts roaming free,
While feelings imprisoned in my chest.
Contained in a cell surrounded by pain,
pinned to the ground being abused and tamed.

Driven' insane by the memory of your kiss,
Because I know I'll try to keep myself from the sweet taste of your lips.
Your fingerprints left behind on my skin,
from a crime that we couldn't find the time to fully commit.

When your hand parted with mine,
My fingers had never felt so lonely.
As if you dug up some hidden pain I repressed without any remorse.

Too many secrets shared while we were dazed,
Hoping you'll forget mine,
But each word of yours I seared in my brain.

It's okay.
I shed a few tears,
but it'll be okay.
At least you know.

- E.I