The Clock Strikes
The clock strikes 12 AM.
I wish we could talk.
The clock strikes 1 AM.
I'm afraid to get too close.
The clock strikes 1:30 AM.
I almost call you.
The clock strikes 2 AM.
I start to cry.
The clock strikes 2:05 AM.
I long for something real, something physical.
The clock strikes 2:30 AM.
Will this night never end?
The clock strikes 3:00 AM.
I fall asleep, drowning in my tears and yearning to be in your arms.
The clock strikes again and again, but no matter how the I watch the minutes pass, it can't bring you back to me and it can't make me move on.
They say that time heals, but, for me, time is hell.
- s.g.
