Procrastination + writer's block = freeverse.
t i c k t o c k b o o m
surrounded by lights
flashing, flashing
they blind you to the core
where is your love?
where has she gone?
all alone in the hall
you s l i d e to the floor
"you were supposed to take me with you."
the questions pin her down
eyes rocket (side to side)
she's looking for her savior
but you're right here.
don't leave me, don't leave-
you're pleading on your knees.
she's here in your arms and
you've captured the world
(no such thing as tears)
she runs away with you
two people with a d r e a m
-just kids with a label
w a n t e d: dead or alive.
surrounded by lights
flashing, flashing
they blind you to the core
you open your eyes to dark
a profound chill in her wake
she's gonegonegone
and you are h o m e.
twists and turns-you run faster
it's not gonna be too late
she's oh-so-still still and patient
she's your entire life, all alone and
just w a i t i n g for you.
t i c k t o c k b o o m
there
is
a
hole
in
her
head.
there is a hole in your heart.
"you were supposed to take me with you."