collection of me being a silly goose (poetry)

sappy sappy no23241

i wrote this in french i think!

I would worship ever tick forevermore;
By its hands, kneeling on the floor
Exclaiming my love and praise.
Mere thought of it places in a haze.
For I love the clock so much,
I yearn for its eye contact, commands, touch.
I would follow every order, every tick
Its dominance renders me lovesick.
And I love its hands; their precision;
Its hands would make worth every incision
That I carve onto my skin: the name of the clock.
The cuts that allow my mind to run amok.

notes app says apr 29, but thats just when i transferred them to my phone from paper!

a/n 10/2/24: i like rhyme fr