Tick tock around the clock
I feel your presence growing.
The clock turns twelve, you come back around,
And right here I am knowing.
Your so near, how can you be here
After all you've put me threw.
Tick tock around the clock
How can I get rid of you?
YOU ARE READING
Walking away from you
PoetryA collection of poems. Adding as I go along so probably never completed. *TRIGGER WARNING* This book contains mature materials and trigger subjects such as rape and abuse. Read with caution please :)
