He does not see it,
but we were more than a picture can ever capture
because light rays don't bounce off our bodies
in the way people expected it to:
We never manage to absorb any light
and the photons just sprung right off our skin,
so we displayed excess radiance
and that's why they called us a star.  
We aren't stars, not anymore,
we’re just two pathetic faces with nothing to say
on the art of avoiding the hypnotic gestures of
the golden pendulums on a grandfather clock.

11:59pm.
Every minute
Has been the same as before.
Until now:
Here you are again before me;
A masterpiece. Art. Flawless clockwork.
A free spirit, benevolent and fair.

12:00am.
You’re the clock that never stops ticking,
Your hands strike my heart at midnight
Just like before, and once again,
The next day starts, and
I’ve fallen again.

How could I not marvel at the wonders in your eyes?
The cogs that work your life?
The curiosity that pours from
Every word you convey, your expression,
Your compassion?

She’s back! They warned me:
The Timeless Piece. The World-Class Thief.
The Artist that paints stolen hearts,
Paintings that draw you in,
Trap you,
Make you gaze ‘til the end of time,
And in the end for committing this crime,
I’ll regret trying to make her mine.

12:01am.
Here we say, our goodbyes again,
“Until next time, let’s talk my friend.”
She walks away, and makes the bend.
Before I knew it,
I’m chasing again.

Every minute
Has been the same as before.
Until now.

When time is running out
Do you hear the ticking?
Maybe you don't; so bored are you
That you resort to pen-lid clicking

In a class full of students,
Can you hear the clock tick-tock?
It comes from our hearts
It enters without a knock

Can you hear the life fade from others?
Concentrate hard enough, and I think you can
Chance and fate will have their ways
They've already drawn up your lifetime plan

The louder it is, the longer you will live
Your inner clock hasn't wound down
The fainter it is, like little claw clicks,
And you haven't long until your one with the sound