Tick tock, tock tick
It doesn't seem to click
I stare at nothing
Constantly mumbling
Did that just happen?
No, there can be such a brutal sin
What had I done?
Where did I go wrong?
I didn't
That's why I keep what happened hidden
YOU ARE READING
A little piece of me
PoetrySometimes I rhyme Sometimes I don't I almost always write But sometimes I won't It all depends on my mood All depends on my muse But right now, here's something from me to you
