Wednesday, May 5, 2010

Tick tock

He'd sell me out in a second.
If it meant seeing me naked,
if it meant me not making a sound.
He's just like the hands on the clock
touching numerous things.
reminding me
time takes it's precious time,
And won't be swayed by any warp.
the minutes, the minutes.
He'd sell me out in a second,
if it meant seeing his name etched across my breast.