Clockwork Heart

She takes my heart for a lifetime,
And gives me hers for a second.
This hourglass makes Time so slow,
Yet this incident makes life fade to an end.
The train station crowded with strangers,
And none of them are even close to being you.
I’m sick of all this pain and sorrow,
I’m sick of being here without you.
She still has the broken pieces of me.

poem by Raphael Amorous Cead
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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