I'm like a clock.
I'm here counting the seconds.
The second slowly turn into an hour.
"I just think where she is?"
And if she doesn't come,
I'll go then.

I don't know if someone
ever will look at me.
I would appreciate it.
If someone lookes at me
the same she lied it to me.

I shouldn't write more
poems about this.
But I can't get over it.
I'm sorry.
She destroyed me
twice in a month.

But I compliant too much.
Anyways,I'm over it now.
As someone ever siad:
"Life goes on with or without you"

#ClockContemplations

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