Clocks

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you painted me in my favourite colours
all but black and white
from the very first moment
i had never fathomed
you would hold such a delicate place in my heart
although, now it is broken
i steady my hands as i try to pick up the pieces
and glue together what u left behind
but there is one missing part
one which i cannot find
because you took it with you
when you opened my heart
just to shut the door, and leave me how you found me
and if i could turn back time
to change what's been done i would
but i know i cannot make the clocks rewind
so i try to let it go
but what you made me feel, left a blueprint on my heart
which is now, stained with tears
tears that meant nothing to you, yet everything to me
and i refuse to let them fall again.

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