To be named..

by Desert Rose   Jan 11, 2010


Tick tock my lonely soul
The last grains of sand are falling down
Drip drop my hour glass
Hide your feelings, cover that frown

Zip Zap my crowded heart
I keep crying, tears don't end
move along careless invaders
my lonely soul has found a friend

chop, chop my little one
your time on earth is circling the drain
take a breath and enjoy
everything is over, your pain is numb

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