Clock With No Hands

Clock With No Hands

A Poem by Kelly B.

A relationship that was doomed from the start.


I heard you screaming like a gun raised to a mime

I failed to read between your imaginary lines

I tried to navigate our ship on nothing but dry land

I was keeping track of time on a clock with no hands

© 2017 Kelly B.

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Yeah that is something i just read a qoute about it was something like :"If you weren't planning to give me a different end, then why did we start ?".. So yeah that relationships which are doomed from the start aren't the kind which make you a happy person but someone who is just counting the minuets and the second for the doom day.

I liked the way you wrote about that. well done :D

Posted 6 Years Ago

Kelly B.

6 Years Ago

Yes, exactly. It's like you see it coming but you don't. It's all so confusing lol.

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Added on June 9, 2017
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A Poem by Kelly B.