TOCK
Jet black hair
Square specs
Crooked teeth
And with that
I am all complete
TICK
I wait in the canteen's crete
An Icarus trying to fly
I check my outfit
Argh, I am still wearing it
- Yesterday's blue shirt
I noticed it now
I hope she doesn't so
TOCK
She then came
With her specs all the same
I loved her caramel skin
With her messy bun
I used to look at her
Subtly
Without getting noticed
I loved her
So Deeply
That I regret all the glances I missed
TICK
Suddenly, I saw her
Sitting before me
So I hid my blue shirt
Underneath
"Hi! Bert,
Nice shirt.
I suppose you wear it
Quite often"
Her beautiful voice
Said
TOCK
My heart skipped a beat
As she sat on the seat
I calmed myself
And dared to speak
" Oh, I do, Becca "
Ah, Why did I speak so shyly
TICK
She then
Asked me
Subsequently
"Do you know
Which colour
I like the most?
I asked back
"Which colour so?
TOCK
"It's colour of your shirt
It's navy blue"
TICK
I smiled
And asked
"Oh, you know
Someone I like
a lot?
"Who
TOCK
"You"
Soon, her cheeks
Matched the colour
Of her scarlet t-shirt
I remember in every way
That it's the same one
She wore yesterday
TOCK-TICK
Here, rose the shades
Of love coloured days
And soon
She became the battery
That revived
His stopped clock
She became the reason
Why he tick - tock
(I dedicate it to NyomiiReads,
devil_fru and siddhartha19.
Thanks for always being there
❤)
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