Time is ticking,
The clock is turning.
In their eyes is a fire burning.
Ticking, ticking, counting down.
Your choices will effect you now.
The clock is running out, you have a choice to make.
Every little day counts, every cut and every scrape.
Every little word you tear yourself down with, everything you hope you won't do.
Cry, tears of ash.
Dying the water black.
Someday they might know where to go,
As a relationship grows thick and fuzzy mold.
Do you, do you, expect the first day of school?
To turn out how you wanted it to?
Now it's over, neverending.
A smack to the face is what you deserve.
Coming down, like the rain.
Are the tears on their face, stained
Don't look back, regret is useless
Just crack.
Breaking down eventually, the choice is coming now or never.
Do
Do you want to smirk and hit your mother?
Do you want to laugh and let your love falter?
No, they don't know where to go, the clock is ticking out of control.
Leave me be, go away, please don't stay
Hit me, slap me, kick me, drown me
I want what I deserve, and I want it now
I have to be punished for not being around
Though my life you'll say isn't worth a price
I'll put it up for free, and let a heist happen.
Do you, do you, expect the first day of school?
To turn out how you wanted it to?
Now it's over, neverending.
A smack to the face is what you deserve.
Coming down, like the rain.
Are the tears on their face, stained
Don't look back, regret is useless
Just crack.
Remember when I got mad?
Furious.
Who blocks someone they care about over a petty argument?
I've always believed that blocking is not the way.
I've always believed, it ruins an argument.
However, I have defied my own logic.
I have sacrificed it.
I meant what I said, don't ever block me again.
I meant what I said, please hit me to death.
YOU ARE READING
~Poem Book~
PoetryLike a Diary, This Book will be, Through my head blows a breeze, it makes the leaves freeze, Orange leaves falling down, This is my story, and I won't let it drown.
