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Poetry

Two years in the making. Two years of my life put into words. There is nothing more left to say.

Watch

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by Dynamo1203

by Dynamo1203

Tick tick tick

The watch that was given to me
Is starting to slow down
The life will leave its body
And soon won't make a sound

Tick tick tick

Every movement forcing its hand
Makes every second last longer
Like an hour glass with grains of sand
Of which it grows ever fonder

Tick tick tick

Should I replace the battery
Or just toss it in the trash?
Should I replace the memory
With something that won't last?

Tick tick tick

No matter where I place it
I can hear the sound
It's insistent tick tick tick
It dogs me like a hound

Tick tick tick

I sometimes wish I couldn't hear
And forget the sound it makes
For hearing it will bring a tear
And cause my heart to ache

Tick tick tick

But I know if I were to forget
I'd never live again
I wouldn't even know regret
Of something that began

Tick tick tick

So please continue tick tick ticking
For at least a while more
It'll beg my brain to keep on thinking
Of the girl that I adore

Tick tick tick