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I sit alone watching the time on the clock tick by I become entranced
But the clocks in your eyes constantly draw me in
Hands of fate so cruel and intoxicating
Your embrace was originally mine for the taking
Long talks about ambitious dreams and memories begin to fade
The clock in your eyes no longer tick the same
Who's the new key to the clocks because it was originally my heart
Raging pain occurs with awkward silence and illuding space
You changed your locks and claimed you now wanted space
Do spit it out, get it off your chest and tell me who's the key that took my place
~ARRI😇~
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The inner workings of my mind
Poetrythis is where i decided to place my poems seeing as though i tend to write a lot of them...lol so i hope you guys enjoy
