Published on March 17th, 2011 | by George Wyngaardt0
Clock work, me and you, tick tock moving towards something we don’t know.
Time fuses with waking experiences but be not alarmed, there is no end.
Morning to midnight , sunrise to sunset, time moves and we progress co-existingly with it.
Loving you is a melody, sycronised with chimes, we let go.
I think about us every minute, my arms draw closer every 60 seconds.
Timeless, priceless, we sleep but we wake up to see each other living in one dream
Tick Tock, the clock has died, so have we.
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