Hands Of The Clock ⏰

When I felt like I loved you,

that’s all I truly needed to know.

I felt you touch me,

and all of the rest followed.

I wasn’t forced to think,

wasn’t forced to reprimand.

Your touch took me with you,

you became my right-hand man.

And although the urge to run follows,

I’d follow you anywhere.

The feeling is beyond that,

like the way the earth falls into the stratosphere.

The amusement of you had driven my body wild. Your divine being left me in amazement, alike your words leaving me hollow.

But not in a sense of severity,

you had created a numbing in my body with just your sincerity.

Baby baby, I love you.

You have touched me intrinsically,

and under you, I finally know a sense of prosperity.

And, as the clocks hits, and your reminders leave me failed to forget, always always know that when the hand touches the right hour,

it will be your name on my tongue that creates that bliss.

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Alexis Penhorwood | Building Blocks | 06.23.22