that day,
she hold her watch so tight
kept questioning herself
not sure if she wanted to reset it
it seemed to tick slower
it seemed to tick faster
she knew
this day would come
but no one thought
it was gonna be this day
in silence
she peeled every damn layers
unveiled the warmth
for every single scratches
the audacity of confidence
the spark of the flakes of gold
the laughter, softer than a silk
the soul spark brightly brighter than a sun
the closeness of the colliding worlds
it intensified
she was convinced
it was colliding
an awakening of the angst
the most durable angst
they kept for years
the clock stopped ticking
for no one knows how long
days?
months?
years?
forever?
nothing.
it just stopped
just like that
ever since that day
sky tinted the faint hearts blue
as blue as the color of sky that day
as the sun went down
if that was it,
then why does she still have that faith?
then why does she still need reassurance?
then why is she still in love with the sharpest mind?
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she sits in the corner
still waiting the clock to tick again
still holding on
still holding...on
she is still h o l d i n g o n...
hoping it'd tick again..
would you make it tick again?
