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Wicked777
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When the Clock Stops

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I waved to you from the meadow's end,
That place filled with the twitterings of countless jays,
You thought that my kindness was all just pretend
You simply averted your piercing gaze.

I reached out slowly to hold your hand
On that magical, warm sweet firefly's eve
You shied away because you didn't understand
You simply did not want to grieve.

I patiently told you about love and life
While the leaves around us turned brown and red
You looked back with eyes that had seen too much strife
You simply wanted to be numb instead.

I drifted away into a starless night
My heart heavy with the burden of winter's flakes
You extinguished my love and therefore my light
That is what happens when time simply breaks.

Though the sun may be beaming bright upon this day
I am trapped in those moments from years and years ago
I gave into your silence and your statuesque way
Yet my heart is just as raw, still bleeding in the snow.

 

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