My heart is a pocket watch,
Passed down person to person
With only memories to hold on to in the end.
You used to cherish me,
Polishing and oiling my gears
In my velvet case I would lay
Telling you the precise time of day.
You found a new timepiece
To leave me to rest away, falling apart piece by piece
My gears are rusted and cracked never to tick again...
You hold the gears to make me tick
But with a temper that burns as fast as a candle wick
And a bleeding heart to match,
But ever since you threw me away
I haven't been able to tell the time of day.
YOU ARE READING
A Poet's Mind
PoetryThese are poems that I've written and if they aren't mine then I'll give credit to the author. I have this exact book on my other account @musical__rebel_
