Second Hand Songs of Guilty Souls

I watch the clock in yearning,
typical with time,
a suffocating proof
of the time when you were mine.

Time's a best friend's enemy
when my watch is full of you.
The second hand's a knife of pain;
I watch it cut right through.

I can't be your proof
or your secret there to save
that broken hearts leave saddened scars
while killing on the way.

In showing that I love you
I have shown my weakest side.
But love is a constant battle
between solitude and pride.

The second hand ticks faster
as I watch you walk away.
Now time is moving slower
each and every day.

Let's romance our serenity
instead of chasing time.
Let's go back to that place
where I was yours and you were mine.

The moments that I capture
in my prepubescent brain
are filled with constant yearning
for just the presence of your name.

And when you look into my eyes
you see a constant blush,
but time is ever changing,
puts us in a constant rush.

So slow down the fastest clock
and sit beneath my sheets
because the second hand can't get us
if we're both too out of reach.