11:59pm. Every minute Has been the same as before. Until now: Here you are again before me; A masterpiece. Art. Flawless clockwork. A free spirit, benevolent and fair.
12:00am. You’re the clock that never stops ticking, Your hands strike my heart at midnight Just like before, and once again, The next day starts, and I’ve fallen again.
How could I not marvel at the wonders in your eyes? The cogs that work your life? The curiosity that pours from Every word you convey, your expression, Your compassion?
She’s back! They warned me: The Timeless Piece. The World-Class Thief. The Artist that paints stolen hearts, Paintings that draw you in, Trap you, Make you gaze ‘til the end of time, And in the end for committing this crime, I’ll regret trying to make her mine.
12:01am. Here we say, our goodbyes again, “Until next time, let’s talk my friend.” She walks away, and makes the bend. Before I knew it, I’m chasing again.
Every minute Has been the same as before. Until now.