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Time

The clock slowly ticks, ticking ticking ticking,

As time has come to a stop.

All we can hear is the ticking,

The ticking of the broken clocks.

 

We'll be lost in forever, over and over

Repeating our lives.

Memories are spilling over,

Hey, remember that time?

 

We met by accident,

Serendipity you could say.

I liked the way your eyes shined,

As you smiled that day.

 

But one problem led to another,

Nights blended into days.

What's the difference between midnight,

And the middle of the afternoon?

 

The clocks tick away the memories,

Tick Tick tick...

 

We dance across the realities,

Laugh at our lives.

We act so happily,

As our dreams are torn with time.

 

The clocks are ticking...

Every second is another year.

Everything was okay,

Everything began to disappear.

 

Hey do you remember?

Do you?

"Do I remember?

I can't say that I can..."

 

The clock slowly ticks, ticking, ticking, ticking...

And my memories of you begin to fade.

All I can remember is the ticking,

Our lives ticking away...

Tick tick tick...

 

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Written by
shelby-azilda
Published
May 23, 2013
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Notes

I wrote this poem a few years ago on deviantArt; originally it was called As The Clock Ticks. I decided to edit it a bit today.

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