Settling back into the rhythm Of our heart's beating rhyme Hoping we can work again, But something's off this time...
We were perfect for eachother But that was before I was broken Into little shards of nothingness While my feelings were left unspoken...
Yet like a hero you came for me To pick up my metallic remains. To put me back together And free me of these chains...
But sweetheart I wish you then knew That paper that's wrinkled and ripped too Can't be put back together by glue And I'm a broken machine missing a *****...
Now every tick of the tock And every beat of your heart Just keeps reminding me that We're closer to falling apart...
You thought you could save me But I'm an unfixable machine Now we're just clinging on to Nothing but a hopeless dream...
Yet while you'll soon move on And find a better fit I'll shrivel up and die Alone in this deep little pit...
Not finished but fragments of this came to me and I had to put it to words. Hopefully I'll go back and edit this soon. This poem really doesn't have much to do with a clock but every time I read through it I find more versions of what these words could mean in a metaphorical sense. I guess words are powerful and beautiful yet so broken in that way...