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The Ticking Of The Clock
by nakipie223
I always have a yearning when I have spoken to you;
One minute I can hear your voice, the next minute, we are through.
It seems to me that's how it goes, the silence makes me blue;
I guess the silence lets me know I can't get enough of you.
I reach my hand through the phone, you're always out of reach;
You must come closer to the phone, is now my silent speech.
The time slows down, it seems to crawl, slowly the clock hands slide;
I know that you are gone from me, another day, I must abide.
I sit quietly till it's time for me to shut my eyes;
Perchance to meet you in my dreams, and kiss my green eyed guy.
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