01-12-14

clock strikes twelve
chiming into lost ears
long left to slumber

months slipped by
like first loves
like friends who come and go
easy as the tick of a clock
natural as the ever-moving hands
that wave goodbye

moments captured in
those tears of joy sorrow anger regret
and
those everyday procedures that
only bore like the ever-knowing face
into the back of your head

unaware
unwittingly
unknowingly
slipping away
welcoming only cold empty sorrow
time and time and time again

a fresh start for the heavy heart


A PINCH AND A PUNCH FOR THE FIRST OF THE MONTH.

x.

Advertisements

Published by

❄︎ chloe ❄︎

write before you forget

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s