All of this time has gone by
I can't seem to stop the arms on the clock.
No matter how hard I push them back,
they slingshot forward like comets
with lost tears trailing desperately behind.
Overcast sleeps soundly above the grooves of my brain
and sleet slides like needles down the back of my neck
glass paints the pavement of my cheeks
Frozen quartz blooms from my eyelashes
When i think of you,
a storm shrieks inside my chest
Its furious
and ******
It breaks all of my windows
And all of my houses collapse
the image of your face in my mind is like peeling wallpaper
Ugly
Tired
and sad.
Mar 5, 2014
Mar 5, 2014 at 11:30 PM UTC
All of this time has gone by
I can't seem to stop the arms on the clock.
No matter how hard I push them back,
they slingshot forward like comets
with lost tears trailing desperately behind.
Overcast sleeps soundly above the grooves of my brain
and sleet slides like needles down the back of my neck
glass paints the pavement of my cheeks
Frozen quartz blooms from my eyelashes
When i think of you,
a storm shrieks inside my chest
Its furious
and ******
It breaks all of my windows
And all of my houses collapse
the image of your face in my mind is like peeling wallpaper
Ugly
Tired
and sad.
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