Some of us are suited to be alone.
Some of us just don't have it in us to be liked.
Some of us have not a heart but a damn clock in our chests.
Ticking away as we slowly die every single day
One second tick at a time
And once our time is up we perish,
only to be replaced by the next person to fill the role
It's a cycle that will never end
Just one second tick at a time.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Angel of Music
PoesíaSongs dating back to when I was about 14. Poems dating back to when I was about 13. All worth reading. Some cringy, some really good. Some old, some new. ENJOY!
