Tick tock
Tick tock goes the clock.
Counting time,
Memories,
Moments.
A second has come
A minute
A hour
A chance
For regrets
Mistakes
And power.
Birth
Life
Death.
Love
Heartaches
Heartbreaks
And counting.
Tick tock
Tick tock goes the clock
Counting every bit
Of every second
Of this endless
Cycle
Of you.
YOU ARE READING
The Hollow Shell ✔️
Poetry"Those empty eyes you have. That hollow heart you hold. Sometimes I wonder, If you have ever loved me at all." -Empty
