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'Tick-tock', says the clock
You're too late

But he knew to himself
that he could never be early
and could have never been

But he only knew this
when the clock had chimed

It's time to go
she said

though it sounded more like

It's time to say

                                                  
                                                    Goodbye­  



he didn't hear
for she
had deafened him
with the sound of
her voice

he gave her a broken smile
and a stare that would last forever

will this be the last?
he asked
knowing this was the first

he knew she loved him too
in his dreams
at least
High-Low
Egaeus Thompson May 2015
Admitted to taking the reduced ruling
Fourteen souls accepted what this is after
All
Of this...

Immediately unavailable to face Sunday's showdown at
The Stadium.

The Titan gave assurances to the souls today.
It will not take any further action
-Despite the deal-
But their identity is still unknown
Some suggesting only retired evidence.

Hand in hand with sickness,
The hound (who is widely regarded)
Appears to prove why force
In recent years
Did indeed highly fancy tomorrow's feature;
"The Winner".

The hound first knew his fledgling
When he could finally be on the road
While his empire expanded

"I used to hope for the best"
Titan tells us.
"I used to have a while and
I used to get sick.
Now I just have to find a way
To use up that time.
I speak only to the Landlord
And his tenants.
I only blame myself for the sickness.
All I know is where I've come from
...At least, I think so...

...I hope so."



"It's a funny thing!"- Hound.

*Pressure keeps you honest.
Wet, heavy conditions expected tomorrow.
So, with everything said,
I wish you peace and love.

Love is waiting.
Eisyah Roslan Aug 29
Think twice before you start talking,
Talk like you already succeed,
All I can is your begged
to come back to your old bunk,
Stop telling me what to do,
You are not my demon
Don't you dare talk to me like that,
You are not my demon,

Don't drag me with you
In your trying to get better world
I don't need to be fixed,
I can't be fixed.
R Nov 15
;
Hey girl
Why you sitting alone?
What is bothering you so much?
Please don’t say I don’t know
Why you so sad?
Even when you go out
You sit in a coner
And look down
Tell me girl what’s wrong?
Why you wanna be alone?
Oh *** stop it with your I don’t know
Because you should know
Girl please tell me
Maybe i can help
What do you mean you don’t need any help?  
Fine fine i am leaving
You don’t need to be such a drama queen
****** attention seeker
You are just a wanna be
How come you don’t know what’s going on in your own mind?
She leans towards him
And smiles
With whisky in her breath
She whispers in his ears
I don’t know
And you don’t need to know why
At times we don’t know what is bothering  us
Kathryn Rose Mar 20
Sweet face,
Soft ears.
Her eyes pierced me.
Soft giggles.
Everywhere she went,
She left a little piece of herself
Behind.
ryn Apr 2017
Kiss me asleep
with your obsidian lips.

Protect my ears
from the cacophony nights would bring.

Fill the void
between heartbeats that skip.

Take me into the lull,
and into the siren song that you sing.
Adilson Smith Nov 2017
I would say
I love you with all my heart.

But that's not quite right.

For I love you with far much more
Than just that one part.

For instance,
I love you with my lips:
They pucker lovingly like filled balloons
Rising skyward in a knot.

I love you also
With my eyes. Like a ruly clerk,
They sieve your frame with careful affection,
Vitalized by every detail.

My ears, too, are full of love.
I can feel them during the night;
Thumping with blood
As you rise and decline
Asleep in my nook.

There are many others.
My eyebrows, so enlivened,
Agitate my face
And my toes, so excited,
Tense in my shoes
As though afraid of getting wet.

Other parts aren’t so conspicuous.
My arms plot in the dark --
They long to swim around your waist
And link us back to breast.

And my fingers, naughty things,
Scheme to tease your dress
Above your pretty knees
And above your pretty chest.

Would you believe,
Even my ****'s involved!
Though he’s more obvious
With his *****, open smile
And cheeky morning breath.

But chief of all my loving parts
Is my un-run soul
Unkenneled, at last,
Sprinting furiously
Next to yours.
# love #silly

Note -- this is very much a rewrite of Watsky's splendid and original "love poem" (worth checking out on YouTube).
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