you don't like it when i speak my mind; but it's impossible not to. how could i resist? how could i resist keeping myself silent? you leave me no choice.
tick tock. tick tock. tick tock.
the hands tick but no thought is behind their jolting, painfully routine movements.
they tick on for eternity because they won't let themselves learn to change.
YOU ARE READING
cinematic romanticism
Poetrydon't open up a mind if you're not prepared for what's inside.
