Face Like A Clock, (Looked)

The later things got
the earlier we became
my face looked like a clock (tick-tock)
and you could tell me anytime
"Read my palms, do they look red?"
I had to climb the tree outside for proof
Of just how tall you really were heading through the roof,
Oh how the faceless mob drone on about a spy in the sky
Light like instantly pouring from every pore of yore my poor eyes
Set the dates and the hands pointing low and high
Why would I ever want to close the book we dreamt
Forever is so long
Unless you guess it's not
the earlier we became
The later it got.



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Written on 2014-07-19 at 01:23

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F.i.in.e Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
This leaves so much open for my imagination ! Loved it as I apply to these words my own interpretations from personal experiences... though I realize they may have nothing to do with the words' intentions you had in mind while writing this.... So, so good. Love where you send my thoughts to every time :)
2014-07-21


Nabeela Altaf
the earlier we became
The later it got- Massively awesome line!

A great lyrical stanza!
2014-07-19