Tick, tick
Clock hands began to slow
Dreadful and quick
Silent torture they couldn't know
Crash and burn
We anticipated this outcome
Live and learn
From the pain we couldn't outrun
To the depths
Where we can't destroy each other
With wavering breaths
We slowly learn how to recover.
CZYTASZ
Idiosyncrasies of an Introvert
Poezja{COMPLETE} Poetry from the ill mind ❝Her heart is played like well worn strings In her eyes the sadness sings Of one who was destined for better things.❞ © Lang Leav
