Bryan Deakin

Scottish Poet / Blogger / Community Activist

Tick tock

Their sits a clock,
on the mantelpiece,
Tick, tock, tick tock.

The fire burns,
as the hands go round,
Tick, tock, tick, tock.

He sits by the fire,
thinking about a girl,
as he watches the clock,
Tick, tock, tick, tock.

He thinks on how to tell her,
that he wants to be more than friends,
Scared of rejection,
Tick, tock, tick, tock.

Just tell her,
his friends do yell,
He knows this!
But doesn’t make it easier.
Tick, tock, tick, tock.
Tick, tock, tick, tock.
Tick, tock, tick, tock.

© 2013

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