Her clock
My mind
I never thought we would run out of time
I wound it up to make it last
Who knew she would end up my past
Unpredictable was she
But as important as time to me
She counted seconds I tried to ignore
Who knew what the future had in store
And now the sands of the hourglass
Are drifting through my hands
Making a present too hard to understand
YOU ARE READING
Mindsong
PoetryPoetry where nothing is as it seems. Unknown messages peek between each line. Can you comprehend them? #sharetheloveofpoetry
