Seconds more....
Tick... tick... tick... seconds more and
I'd be gone
Waiting...
Tick... tick... tick... seconds more
and I'm found
A thrice and I would left and gone again
If it weren't for your tear
wouldn't have returned
If it weren't for habitual knock
on the door
I wouldn't have discerned
That I could not fathom
Loosing such a tandem in
thrice of second
Tick... tick... tick... there you were
looking through windows
Waiting....
Tick...tick....tick.... how could I, leave you, just to wallow
When in thrice of a seconds that
windows would shut
And the door would lock
In a thrice of second I lost all I got.
I'd keep the clock ticking if I could.
But my thought had me thinking
if I should
For seconds more I would have left
and gone again.
If it weren't for you my friend.
YOU ARE READING
Life happens between the LINES
PoetryShort Poems and written text that I have learned from my life or anybody's life for that matter. JUST TO BE CLEAR these were written 10 years ago and I was in no way or shape or form a true poet. Just someone who wanted to express myself.
