A ticking clock forms what is left of my Brain
Consistent
One
Two
One
Two
Ticking ticking ticking away
What is a memory worth after it fades away
What is a thought without the drowning noise
Of tick
Tick
Tick
What is a smile without numbers telling you when to stop
And what is it when your heart stops in a hitch
What happens to the ticking clock when it dies
Tick
Tick
Tick
Silence
What becomes a mind without numbers to guide your life
What becomes a memory when it is still clear as day
What becomes of me without the clock to say
Who
I
Am
What is our love without a family to hide
What is our love without a clock to time
What metronome will we dance to
My clock died
So you gave me your heart
We dance to the beat of our own love song
No more
Tick
Tick
Tick
What remains of my brain
A heart to cover the consistent fault lines I try so hard to tame
Thump
Thump
Thump
Against my wrist
Replace the clockwork girl
With heart eyes and a hand taken by a hand
A life formed of swirls
Swirls we made in the pattern we dance
Left
Right
Left
Right
Give you my heart
We dance in sync
Thump
Thump
Thump
Who needs
Tick
Tick
Tick
When you can have a world shared with the women who has helped you fix
Yourself
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
The Astronomers Last Words (An abundance of poems)
PoesiaWhen a notebook isn't enough to hold your thoughts you try tumblr. Then when that fails as well because maintaining a blog is a taxing task and you would rather be reblogging gay love you then decide to make a WattPad story. Everything is mine inclu...
