The Ticking time b0mb
The ticking time bomb
rattles and tortures with one’s fortune’s
until it turns into dirt
The dirt you and I were made of
that was once made of love
is now a ticking time bomb
A ticking time bomb ready to explode the barricade that you and I made to protect us from each-others emotions that soon would turn into a tsunami that would decimate our love
our compassion
and our sanity for one another
I’m not the one that is insane
it’s the ticking time bomb inside of me that explodes out of chaos and sorrow.
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