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The clock ticks In time,
With a heart that's out of time
The second hand sweeps.
I just wonder why
Future was so less scary,
in the days gone by
They say it's human
To slip up and make mistakes
It's my career!
Sleep, a luxury
My mind's like a projector
With the film sped up.
I’ve started sharing my poetry,
and I think I’ve concerned a few—
friends, family—
they didn’t see the blue, blue, blue
sadness
that sits quietly in my lingering,
spilling out in these poems.

It was never my goal,
but the sadness likes to speak,
wants to say what is true:
that the sadness still exists,
a deep, deep
blue, blue, blue.
I kept telling myself everything is fine,
All I need to do is walk the line.
Keep my head up — for the past,
I need to let go, for once, at last.

Letting go is hard.
I have to keep myself on guard.
Between us, I don’t want to build a wall,
I’m just petrified for us to fall.

I'll keep drying my tears — but don’t fret,
It’s only because I wasn’t ready yet.
I'll miss the thought of you, it’s true,
But I could never forget my sweet baby boy blue.

I'll be here waiting with open arms and heart.
I could — and would — never pull us apart.
Stay strong, keep your life steady,
And just know... I wasn’t ready.
The real question is would I have ever been ready? Did you save me from dreading over it before it happened.?
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