This has just been randomly sitting around for a while, so I decided to finish it. XD I don't normally do poetry, but yup.
The Hands Tick on
Clock hands spin, and seconds are born.
New life comes to in a blank room.
Faces hang by to simply scorn
The star-crossed puppet, unaware.
First steps unstable, the mere husk
Takes hold of two others- now friends.
Meetings, discussions, both at dusk,
Personality pushes through.
Men cloaked in dark both good and bad,
Never telling them all apart-
Silver hair and black blindfold clad
Man picks away at the pieces.
Trust finds itself in friends, best friends;
They're comforting, nonexistent.
Guilt makes her- not it- make amends,
She flees to uncover lost truths.
The countdown —tick,tick,tick— begins.
'I wanna be... with you two.'
Time to make a decision thins,
Truth morphs into secrets unsaid.
And now on the verge of losing
Everything held dear, she ventures
Off. He knows they're only using
Her, so he follows her, in vain.
It's the last battle. It will end.
She is sure of it. It will, must.
To her best friend, hope she must lend
For that is all that she has left.
Not much time left; her clock will stop
At the thirteen marked at the top
The sunset hangs over their heads low, so
Hold on to the seconds, and never let go.
Sorry if my poetry fails; I don't normally write any. Hope you enjoyed still. C: