I have a clockwork heart
Rusted and falling apart
It is my gift to you
With it, what will you do?
It ticks offbeat
Its tocs are weak
The cogs are stuck
Covered in muck
The pain is real
Held in every wheel
Kindness is my crime
It has halted my time
You erased my turmoil
To my heart, you are oil
The cogs begin to turn
For you I beg and yearn
Life is not the same
Death is not a game
You have saved me
Now, I am free
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetrySome pieces I wrote a while back within a few months time. These are very sentimental and the emotions were present at the time of writing these poems. Please enjoy them.
