Broken Watches, Broken Clocks, and a Broken Heart

all i ask for is quality time i end up with thoughts of compression everything green has been overtaken by red we could have met in the middle half way would have been better than full tears now you choose me the present what practical magic you have learned you pick a disappearing act of infinite proportions....little did i know.... maybe i should have just conversed with you on that very first night perhaps i should have gone all the way what if my "virgin's kiss" has led to a plethora of orgasmic vibes i wonder if you would still be here nah, you would have still chosen him over me banging my head at all points of certain definitions, all i wanted was a little quality time it is not bobbing for apples in a raging river, it is a simple request despite the distance so unfortunately unfulfilled