The clock strikes two
It's half past noon
Time goes too soon
Flown away are days
Soon follow are weeks
Months...
Years...
Eventually it begins to blur
Until it disappears
The clock strikes three
Was it meant to be...
A lonely grey
Times run out
The end is near
Slowly The ticking stops
And what remains is...
YOU ARE READING
My random (sort of) poems
PoetryDeep stuff~ This is what happens when you over think things and decided to write them down~ They are inspired by songs, anime, manga, and life experiences~ I don't know if you could consider these to be poems or not, so have fun~
