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The Ticking Of The Clock

by "extraordinarybrain"

I always have a yearning when I have spoken to you; One minute I can hear your voice, the next minute, we are through.

It seems to me that’s how it goes, the silence makes me blue; I guess the silence lets me know I can’t get enough of you.

I reach my hand through the phone, you’re always out of reach; You must come closer to the phone, is now my silent speech.

The time slows down, it seems to crawl, slowly the clock hands slide; I know that you are gone from me, another day, I must abide. I sit quietly till it’s time for me to shut my eyes; Perchance to meet you in my dreams, and kiss my green eyed guy Posted by jhoy at 11:05 PM 0 comments Words do more than plant miracle seeds… with writing them, they can change the world!”