i look at the walls around me
bootleg-moonshine shadows dancing
a waltz atop nighttide's stage
yet i am empty of my own emotion
alone, covered in reflections of us.
i still smell your scent
linger in every deep breath
within this humid air
and i choke up another piece of me
as the hands of time rape me
of all my colored thoughts
i now dream in black and white
in a room dressed the same.
the clock laughs in seconds
mocking raindrops on rooftops
my eyes cry the same tune
over and over again
as time becomes my enemy
i can almost hear your footsteps
tracing the stairs, approaching me
they fill the voids within my heart,
momentarily, yet it beats no more for love
than the clock on the wall,
it's just there the same
tick tock, tick tock...
memories fade with night
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Sandra Adams 9/11/13
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