Tick tock
out of luck
brittle
from words to skin
I am what I am
and I'm as breakable as you
Tick tock
out of love
blind
from eyes to thoughts
I sing what you sing
and its a broken record
Tick tock
out of gravity
balance
from me to you
I see what you see
stars without oxygen
Tick tock
out of sin
wrong
from left to right
I taste what you taste
time is no longer here
Tick tock
out of lies
hurting
from words to beats
you are who you are
depths of my young tongue
Tick tock
out of tears
dangerous
from lighters to matches
we are who we are
trails to never follow
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Sharlene Alba
Full of raw and unfiltered fluid poems, short stories and prompts on love, sex, relationships and life. I also review haircare, skincare and other beauty products. Instagram: grungefirepoetry MissBeautyBargain Facebook: grungefirepoetry
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