Broken Clock: A poem.
May. 29th, 2016 02:26 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Oh look it is a post, my me of all people. Cutting to the chase, yes, its sad. and yes this is basically a reply to something and yeas you can probably guess who its aimed at is so damn obvious that the only way to make it so would be to add the name in. If you don't know, then just enjoy.
(I can't seem to do the cut thing, eh, its short... )
(I can't seem to do the cut thing, eh, its short... )
My heart has slowly been ripped to shreds,
every time a new piece gone, slowly carved and painfully torn.
I watch you come, I watch you leave and yet I never get up and move on.
I’m broke like a clock that can never move past one,
Though slowly ticking with life
I feel isolated, for only I know you have come and gone
We used to dance together, but now I’m out of tune,
I dance alone while you with another.
I hear you cry out
Though I’m sure it’s not for me
For others you’ve dragged into this lonely routine.
I scream that I’ll never take you back but still accept your warm embrace and open up my soul;
however, you only fade away, like a cherry blossom in spring and I am left like the lifeless branches of winter.