&& I think it's about
that time now.
That time where I cry out, where I
shout my plea from the
rooftops.
Where I crawl to you,
dragging my knees, eyeliner staining my cheeks.
When the minute hand hits tweleve I
should look up at your
smirking
face.
I
can see the miniscule concern you have
for me.
Quick, before the second hand hits two,
I should whisper what would be my
last words.
"As long as you're happy, that's all that
matters."
A sob should cut me
off as I give you my last shattered
smile and
drop my head to the ground.
Oh but
you see, my dear, I believe
that clock is just a tad too
elaborate. Nothing is that
dramatic anymore, if
you haven't noticed. Just keep
watching that clock,
my love...
Tick, tock. Tick, tock.
If you don't
understand it, that's quite alright. I'm not exactly sure if I
understand it, either. This came to me like an Alice In
Wonderland type-thing: it doesn't make a speck of sense, yet, it
makes all the sense in the world.
&& I think it's about that time now.That time where I
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