Clockwork Knife

[BuryYourFlame]

Courtesy of 1:30am this morning. I was thinking a little bit too much haha, and like most of my poems it's a little sad I guess. I'm no Jordan Dreyer but yeah, this is what I wrote.

There's a clockwork knife in my heart that you put there,
Twisting around every single second that you're gone.
Your voice is the hand that winds the mechanism,
Only once you go it keeps turning on and on and on.

From another country I can hear you calling,
Your winding hand can reach across the stormy seas.
But when the knife twists too far or deep dear,
What did you ever think that that would mean for me?

Every time he smiles at you I swear it goes,
Another centimeter deeper twisting closer.
Others look on and they can only stop and watch and stare,
When he puts his arm around you, I can only imagine what keeps you there.

I guess that's the problem though isn't it?
Constantly imagining these things flooding through my mind,
Thinking about it only pushes harder now you left me alone,
Since you left me here the gears have all started to unwind.

I could shut it down, try to pull it out,
But I guess only blood would pour out now.
It's safer with the clockwork knife still inside me,
Safer for now with you twisting inside my head.

[Hudor]

you should write at 1:30 am. This is nice. :thumbsup:

[goodnightxmoonx]

This is really good. I liked how you made it rhyme almost as if you weren't trying.. That's the thing about rhyming poems - sometimes people try too hard and it comes out forced. This was anything but - good job!