second hand is ticking on the clock.
it goes by not like how it's suppose to be.
not minutes, nor hours, but days.
very long and empty days.
i'd enjoy the sound of footsteps occasionally, but there is none to be heard.
Moving shadows, i dare to ignore.
A silent whisper gently close to my ear? none.
I tell you i'm a okey, when in fact
i'm not at all.
at least not for a while.
This smile, the laughter, the giggles.
That's another me i play.
Another me, that is for only fools to see.
The other me, only for me.
No one else.
1 comment:
quite hard to understand what u're writing..>.<
are u ok...
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