about so many things; the cigarettes i keep stashed away in my desk drawer
the pills i take early morning, mid-morning, midday and sometimes in the afternoon in hope that theyll help me be who i want to be or at least look how i want to look
about my desire to waste away in the arms of someone else
if i could waste
and if there was someone else
but theres only me and these hours. the clock ticks.
and i still cant sleep.
tick tock
you are only
tick tock
as long as your hours
tick tock
as wise as your fathers
tick tock
and as cold as your eyes.
tick tock
as the hours keep passing
tick tock
the lovers will pass
tick tock
the east facing window panes
tick tock
as morning succumbs
...wrote this a while ago, not sure why i didnt post it.
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