Not a word to the summer breezes.. That ruffle through my clothes.. Hanging on my innocuous balcony... Not a word to the half read books.. Lying on my overcrowded bed.. Waiting for me to paint their stories... Not a word to the whisper of love.. Buzzing through my phone.. Asking for affection in return. Not a word to the winding alleys.. Of the unknown city.. That I now call home... Not a word to the stuff toys.. Sitting on my couch.. Begging for a snuggle... Not a word to the half eaten chocolate bar... Or the half drawn doodle... Or the half written note..
No one needs to know. I am leaving. I will let them know when I am long gone And the world finds out.
Tick tock Tick tock Throughout the years I've always thought Of faith to be A clicking clock With hands So persistent So determined To never miss a single beat Nor stop
Tick... Tock... Throughout the years This faithful clock Built up a longing in me My solid rock Through which, In times of trouble I would pull From my everlasting Love-filled stock
Tick... Tock... Brace yourselves, My friends And do not Let this coming news Be some sort Of terrible shock For the time is coming When this faithful clock's Hands must, Inevitably stop
Tick... Tick... For you see - The battery in me, So to speak, Is nearly diminished The continuation of its intermittent Clicking is Almost nearly finished The gears within This 'ol faithful clock, Are most definitely Fatally blemished
Tick... Tick... I am so So very sorry For this very moment Marks the end Of my journey's story I hate to say it, But not every person Goes out in a blaze of glory
surely this is the end the hope of orion look back upon us, and tell the lovers tales a choice, so simple a love so gone, surely this is the end the cups are empty the tears have pooled words whirlwind like memories surely this is the end if it is the end, why must it end this way the questions question the way we way why are you *** worries for curls and worries for girls, cracking knuckles in the mall bang my head against a wall then perhaps an answer will stall from the halls the cracks in the walls the blood as it falls perhaps and answer will stall make me known oh beautiful love this surely is the end sitting here in my dwindling stock the cold ones stare at my eyes they tell so many truths to us when we were still alive doubts consume my very head and drop me to the floor starved for connection i only plead and ask the doubt for more