The Clock
Steadily watching the clock
I wish my heart would stop
Pumping my blood so blue
Filling my head with you
The minutes go by like hours
A love that once was ours
It’s faded in the past
It’s broken just like glass
It’s never been my friend
From the beginning to the end
For when our love was new
The hours they just flew
Now that our love has soured
And wilted like the flowers
I bought for you that day
Before you came to stay
The only time it been
Any kind of friend
Is when I made love to you
The clock became subdued
©2009 Ken Coleman
http://kencolemanpoems.blogspot.com/
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