Tick tock Grandfather clock Swinging in time With The beat of my heart Time flies When I feel loved Wishing for The swinging to stop To match- oh.. The skips Of my heart Tick-... Ugh Why wonβt it swing? Waiting for The hand to bring The end Of my madness Waiting for My heart To stop Beating
A little darker than what I meant to write but heck this turned out cooler sounding than what I thought. High five me bro 100th poem, several years in the process. Proud of myself