Leo. The Story Of A Reject

Metronome: A Poem

I woke up.

I was still groggy and quite weak, I continued rolling on the bed and started dragging the sheets and curling them and leaving wrinkles.

I started hearing the clock and as it ticks, it made me realize one thing, one, two, three, the beat was filled with milliseconds of silence every after the beat.

and now I wrote this,

Clocks were ticking and nothing but pauses,

In between were relationships lost and all frozen,

How much thus pain cost when all were losses,

When those silence in between were hearts and all broken,

Music plays beside my ears and they all sound well,

Slowly deteriorating and fading on your face,

The skin of your lips were walls that were swollen,

Until the beat drops and we played until they all chase,

To break a single tone makes me throw all the sticks,

And the drums puckered hole in between,

I cried for some time and I know I'm so lost,

Could you hold me for some time until sparks no more gleam,

This kind of time doesn't fit well with my heart,

Your heartbeat never synchronized with mine,

I wished we all knew that my love was apart,

To his beautiful instrument and this heart of mine

- Metronome