-{ Clockwork }-

Time is painful
It's long and it's necessary
And it hurts
Hurts to see you
Be near you
Feel you
But be unable to tell you how I feel
Unable to even whisper
Those simply complex words
Those three, small words
Those eight, jumbled letters
And my heart burns to say it
Burns so much I cry at night
Burns for you now
(It had only burned for one other)
And I know this feeling
This returning feeling
And I want it, want to hang on to it
Want to live by it
Be ruled by it
Give in to it
But I can't, don't, shouldn't, won't
And it hurts to wait
Wait for the right time
. . . W a i t i n g . . .
Time is so painful sometimes

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