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Time passes, yet ticking remains the same,
progression becomes wistful dream
Broken clocks, this pattern is pain 
This Pattern is  heartbreak and pensive screams

Repetition drains me , the gaining and losing 
Has stripped me bare
Perseverance is all I can offer you, tho to this pattern I’ve become aware 

Of the temporary “forever loves” of the short lived peace 

That after you hold me close like clockwork you will release 

Release me back into plaintive truth 
Release me back to where I was before you 
Release me into the dark room to cry 
Release me into internal doom to die 

adolescence leaves, Yet ticking remains the same 
Desire dries up, and love falls short
Tho I can’t figure out if I am to blame 
Or if these broken clocks simply distort 
My mind.
Into following these patterns, into not allowing me peace 
Into only loving temporary 
The lack of commonality or compatibility 
Is it these broken clocks?. or it it me?

Tho like clockwork i will realize that there is no love only a desire that will eventually fade 
A desire to be caressed a desire to be held 
We’ll realize that infatuation tricked us, we fell subject to its lies and that we’ll both need help 

Like clockwork our day will soon end For it is only 1 and yet infatuation prevails 

And Like broken clocks  the pattern of acknowledging our “love” is only hope will  
Leave us frail  

Tho for now we’ll watch the ticking clocks well study their patterns and hope for something
New 

Tho we both know there’s consistency within the ticking we both know this  is clockwork

We both know this is the truth

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