The Clock (written by Niroma Johnson 2005
Wow, the clock is ticking and I'm running out of time, It's ticking too fast, I'm about to loose my mind.
I want to understand who you are, I need to know if we're together, or drawing further apart. I know this only a start.
I'm afraid, because I know you're not willing to open up to me yet, but this slow process I won't forget. Your presence I like and you I respect, because you are slo to move in the prescious door of my heart. Are you here to hurt me, I think not!
You are a friend, yet, to know, I appreciate your honesty and can dig the way you flow. Just don't take too long, cause the clock is ticking and I may be gone!
I want to understand who you are, I need to know if we're together, or drawing further apart. I know this only a start.
I'm afraid, because I know you're not willing to open up to me yet, but this slow process I won't forget. Your presence I like and you I respect, because you are slo to move in the prescious door of my heart. Are you here to hurt me, I think not!
You are a friend, yet, to know, I appreciate your honesty and can dig the way you flow. Just don't take too long, cause the clock is ticking and I may be gone!
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