Tick, tock
For that's a clock
The seconds do go bySafe and sound
Upon the ground
Your head up in the skyTick Tock
Goes the Clock
Minutes sure do flyThere you stood
Just like you should
Your head still hung up highTick Tock,
For that's the clock
With hours left to cryI was wrong
And now you're gone
Your figure in my eyeTick tock,
But that's the clock
Another day gone drySince you left
I've be upset
And life shall slowly die
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Slightly Poetic Rants
PoetryI've been getting back into poetry lately, and this is the result of what happened when my mind is caged for so long.