The Vigilante Of Clockwork

Just Something

Sitting on the floor

In the middle of the room

Your smile's intoxicating.

Distracted by that inanimate creature

Mindlessly bringing the dark to a ruin

You're not even old enough to realize the life your saving.

The clock's ticking slower now

It's been a couple months and your sister still remembers the story I told her

The one without an end, without the usual happily ever after.

I still think you look more like your Mom

You know, she basically helped raise me

My own sister, she always found a way to hear my laughter.

To tell the truth, you couldn't have a better Mom.

Watching the rain fall

Your blue eyes are so bright, your new found voice so soft

But one day you'll be asking questions, having watched some sort of glass breaking.

It might even just be me, my drawings scattered and flowers by a certain picture

I swear I'll try and try to keep a promise

But you'll understand. You'll hear a familiar story, you'll figure out what's beneath the framing.

But for now all you know is that you'll smile, and I always smile back.

Sitting on the floor

In the middle of the room

Your laughter's intoxicating.

Distracted by that inanimate creature

Held by the colors 

You're not even old enough to realize the life your saving.

-Victoria xX