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My days are outnumbered.
Like bubbles slowly fading.
My love is eventually dying ,
You think I'm still breathing,
But I'm just trying.
I am a ticking bomb.
Waiting .
I'm a ticking bomb.
My time is waiting.
Everyone is scared of me .
Because I know when I'm going to explode.
I'm like an oracle ,
predicting the end of the world.
I'm like an oracle ,
I can predict when will
my time is up .
I'm a ticking bomb ,
I must say.
A fainting heart beat.
A sunset.
An end of the movie.
A rose withering .
I am a ticking bomb ,
I must say.
And God gave me the power
to predict
when will my numbers
run out.
Tick. Tock
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Words Left Unspoken
PoetryFeelings, emotions and thoughts running in my mind; imagining things would be fine. Love, hate, forgiveness and pain; are the perfect things to be found inside this book of words left unspoken. ------------- A copyright @pikachooseme All rights res...
