Tick.
Tock.
Tick.
Tock.
Sometimes I hate reminiscing the past.
When I think of the joyful moments that I had,
The bad ones will always come creeping in my mind.
Once I was smiling, then I will be crying.
Like an idiot, I bury my face in the pillow and weep.
Those embarrassing moments I wanted to kill.
Those sorrowful moments I wanted to erase.
I'm counting each and every day,
When will I succeed in blotting these out?
Tick.
Tock.
Tick.
Tock.
The clock ticking,
I'm still sitting here and wondering,
Will those still wandering in my memory be gone?
-Eve Jeff.
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GRIM
Poetry→Sometimes a piece of paper is a better companion← ☔☔☔☔☔☔☔☔☔☔☔☔☔ • A collection of gloomy and sad poems/quotes by me. •All works are mine. Any similarities are purely coincidence. • Started 19 September 2017 Highest Rank ⭐ #201 in POETRY - Oct 21st...
