An echoed tick rebounds my room
That deafening beat has never been clearer
Time itself has almost halted
Once the hand hits the witching hour, our station becomes our resting place
A promised land where cliches can roam
But right now? I’m paralysed in my prison, drawing lines on my wall with the blood I long for
Won’t you chain yourself to me?
Let me know that this is what you want?
Let me know you’re not backing out?
Let me know I mean the world to you, because I can’t live without you?
Are you ready for paradise?
Because you’re wearing my key in your heart
I’m a single moment from execution, so please save me!
YOU ARE READING
To You From Me
PoetryI write what I feel in the moment I feel it And write the words as I see them It's just A book of poems Maybe its worth a read to you, But also maybe its not. "The fixation of beauty is always looking through a telescope and always failing to see th...
