Best friend

The Clock ticks ,days run into its week ,
A Minute lost, another moment Kept.
Times broke.. Not something that u nor I can mend.
Something remains infinite.
Its my best friend.

First sign of day out pops the bright,
Last sign of night,a descending moonlight,
Her laughter lingering long after shes gone,
It plays in tune like that of a song.

Time Can cause infliction a dark hooded omen ,
A lady of the night …
A long streak lady her cries can be moaning,
All outdone-as I Clasp on to something so rear.
A dove -its whiteness sheik and represented through her blond hair.

The clock ticks, days run into its week ,
Love does not spoil… find can only turn found when u seek.
Shes my oar- I'm ready to travel life as one big sea ,
The wave and tide are going to shy away from me.

These words - only letters on a blank Paper,
Their meaning- a foreign way of a message unspoken
loaded ammunition.-a Sacred time bomb from an army of 1000 men …
Do not come close to such a rear friend I have
in my best friend


- Jen.


tick
tock the clocks stopped

the dead night...
a never healing wound..
over
powerful, a lions bite...

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