Tick tock

Their sits a clock,
on the mantelpiece,
Tick, tock, tick tock.

The fire burns,
as the hands go round,
Tick, tock, tick, tock.

He sits by the fire,
thinking about a girl,
as he watches the clock,
Tick, tock, tick, tock.

He thinks on how to tell her,
that he wants to be more than friends,
Scared of rejection,
Tick, tock, tick, tock.

Just tell her,
his friends do yell,
He knows this!
But doesn’t make it easier.
Tick, tock, tick, tock.
Tick, tock, tick, tock.
Tick, tock, tick, tock.

© 2013

By Bryan Deakin

Hello and welcome to my site, my name is Bryan Deakin, 35yr old from Scotland. A Dyspraxic, Poet, Blogger and Community Activist, I studieda BSc(Hons) Sustainable Development, at the University of Highlands and Islands. Lover of all things Greek and Finnish, and a keen and active member of Falkirk SNP. Prior I was Vice President of Simple Machines, and Project Manager at Simple Machines Forum (SMF).

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