Tick tock.
The clock strikes midnight.
Tick tock.
The town is in a deep slumber.
Tick tock.
I've run out of time.
Tick tock.
I can only remember your sweet smile.
Tick tock
I guess its time to leave.
Tick tock
If only i had enough time to say i love you.
Tick tock.
I love you.
Tick... tock..
The room is still as my breath and soul leave before i can even blink.
Tik tok.

Every couple of days.
She comes around.
She claims to not like me.
She looks the other way.
When she needs me
She knows where to find me.
Reaching with open arms.
When no one is around she professes her love.
There is no other.
She breaks my heart.
The start of another week.
She claims to not like me.
She calls late night.
Apologizing for what she's done.
I never felt so bad.
It's coming to an end.
In another couple of days.
Things'll be back the same.
The same old same old.
Both our selfish ways.
She knows where to find me.
I have no clue where she is

our ship is sinking
and theres nothing we can do
Were drowning
But darling
I’ve never loved drowning so much
This pain, is the only proof
That your still here

A cluster of engraved birches
personifies a love of old,
upon sequins – Eros perches
bowing echoes 'long the wold.

Sweeten dew of noble rain
debris not – the emblem crust
nor bird of plumage stain
the hearted sketch of trust.

Nimble scouts of chirping worth
cavort and tune a number
wrought the song of her ole mirth
upon the sleek n' lumber.

Spectres - Illume of gold
stipple maps the spine
each bark n' rip that holed
glistens that was mine

Shrubbery - melodious swaying
curious tips like many eyes
as though my love were playing
and I - was in her guise.

Amorous whispers breeze;
she lingers not 'neath the burrow
but bristles with the trees,
in rooted limbs that furrow.

Wonder if - by the brook
the hustle, still she graze
of gentled hand n' took
and swept my ardent daze.

When aboard and ponder
I drift back to amber birches
there in idle wonder
bequeaths - my soulful searches.

You were to take the pain away.
We were not supposed to be a thing. Just a fling to nurse the pain.
For my past has been my foe, he bound me with an iron chain. Oh, how can I restrain.
Heart so pure as snow, and eyes glitters like gold but your love for me can never be returned. For my heart is with another, shackled and bleeds.

... So little left unsaid
Yet so much time between us

Nothing to be saved
Yet space creates a gap filled with imagination

Unspoken conversations perhaps?
Or just one trying to retain the days that were meant to happen?