MemoriesLetting go of lingering thoughts,Memories by nyx-aegle
Battered soul that is guilt-wrought,
Present pain and past grievances,
Poor judgment and reckless chances
Tears shed for what is lost,
Wave after wave on face is tossed
Smile sewn on fresh-faced lover,
Memories of night - each and every shudder.
ClockworkEach day in passingClockwork by nyx-aegle
Is the ticking of a clock,
A cycle never-ending.
And each of us,
We're locked up, locked in
The slow formation of rust
On unforgiving gears.
The movement of hands
Spin, skate, circles onto ice
And through our hearts -
Our own ticking clocks.