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A person sits and cries Knees together, holding her face Lips quiver, and tears leak from cracks Hide from the world Not just a girl But full grown A woman, long A clock clicks Wordless in the night It's not the precision preferred Everything is not all right It's face so pretty Decorated with scrolls Beautiful in architecture It tells the time But cannot really see inside It's mind isn't shattered It's still beautiful Cogs, levers, springs and gears It can only look at others Knows something is wrong It sees the world, all the other faces Clocks themselves, faces hiding minds Only hears the tick, click and tock Sometimes it rains, humidity brings Another tock, and knows it's off Just one more tick Make it work One has to look past the face See it's mind, complete Not the pretty, but Admire the precision Mechanical beauty Revenged emotional Struggling time Always trying so hard Get through the hours Minutes in seconds Maybe it's ok, a little slow A little fast, time makes time Looking at clocks Feeling only wrong But it's the slow and fast Moments between When someday, it seems That ticks and tocks Patchwork healing Shrugging, painful seconds Keep perfect time The other clocks Faces hiding broken minds Look to that grand Ol' tock See only that it goes Not its struggle So in her hands Tears slide down Her woman's cheeks All red, eyes puffy A mind restrained She hides her face, not So all the other clocks Can all go tick, tock Click, whir She only knows her Ignoring the fact that Her time is perfect For everything he needs Because the beauty of Elegance is precession His sense is timeless Wonder not measured For hours, creep Minutes, tick Seconds, wander But altogether She is everything
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Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 6:14 AM UTC
The Clockwork Patchwork
A person sits and cries Knees together, holding her face Lips quiver, and tears leak from cracks Hide from the world Not just a girl But full grown A woman, long A clock clicks Wordless in the night It's not the precision preferred Everything is not all right It's face so pretty Decorated with scrolls Beautiful in architecture It tells the time But cannot really see inside It's mind isn't shattered It's still beautiful Cogs, levers, springs and gears It can only look at others Knows something is wrong It sees the world, all the other faces Clocks themselves, faces hiding minds Only hears the tick, click and tock Sometimes it rains, humidity brings Another tock, and knows it's off Just one more tick Make it work One has to look past the face See it's mind, complete Not the pretty, but Admire the precision Mechanical beauty Revenged emotional Struggling time Always trying so hard Get through the hours Minutes in seconds Maybe it's ok, a little slow A little fast, time makes time Looking at clocks Feeling only wrong But it's the slow and fast Moments between When someday, it seems That ticks and tocks Patchwork healing Shrugging, painful seconds Keep perfect time The other clocks Faces hiding broken minds Look to that grand Ol' tock See only that it goes Not its struggle So in her hands Tears slide down Her woman's cheeks All red, eyes puffy A mind restrained She hides her face, not So all the other clocks Can all go tick, tock Click, whir She only knows her Ignoring the fact that Her time is perfect For everything he needs Because the beauty of Elegance is precession His sense is timeless Wonder not measured For hours, creep Minutes, tick Seconds, wander But altogether She is everything
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Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 6:14 AM UTC
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