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This boy is staring out the window of a school bus,
It's a beautiful day but in his eyes its dull and dust,
Like a broken clock left on the wall and never fixed,
He was meant to write time but time wrote it,
This girl gets what she wants with her looks,
She flirts and all she did was took,
and she might be able to love and cook,
but she's no wife and she's never read a book,
This boy never really had a purpose,
so he loved someone to make him worth it,
and she turned back and did what he wanted,
she saw that she was the only one in his eyes,
This girl realized all her power,
while she thought deeply in the shower,
She could bend him to her will,
and she always did until...
This boy looked in the mirror,
looked at his life and it was terror,
The emotional graveyard of his mind,
She was destructive and he was kind,
This girl broke his heart everyday,
Squeezed his life into waste,
She took his lips then his pay,
then ran off with impatient haste,
This boy had no love left to give,
and no money left to spend,
and when she saw she took everything,
Their relationship was a dead end,
This girl found an innocent boy,
Hey was charming and an easy toy,
She could bend him like she did him,
and her face brewed a grin,
This boy saw the texts they had sent,
chucked her phone and it bent,
Saw his love wash far away,
and both their angers lasted for days,
This girl had swiftly moved on,
Two years came and their gone,
She saw only her own profits,
but this boy tried to stop it,
This boy confronted her new man,
because no longer this new love he could stand,
Fire ignited in his heart and he wanted to tear him apart,
but when he saw her next to him... his whole mind came to a halt,
This girl pulled the boys shirt to her,
She screamed lies and nothing more,
Her new man ate up those lies,
and my heart shattered down my thighs,
This boy realized he'd been played,
His life sank far down the drain,
He hated himself and her games,
He didn't to punch the man but he wanted to destroy her,
She's gone and there is nothing left to say,
Disappeared and faded away,
Her appearance only describes what he hates,
and an unforgiving world surrounds him and inflates,
This boy looked in the mirror and hated what he saw,
He cut off all his hair and he stared at his flaws,
He crumpled up his mind and re-created a new one,
He re-crafted his knowledge and shut down his heart,
What you see today is not a boy but a guy,
Not so perfect but not deceived by any lies,
He wears what is useful not what is fashionable,
He looks beyond what is seen by the human eye,
This guy is staring out the window of the school bus,
It's a beautiful day and he can clearly see it,
The girl to him is just a broken clock,
She is sitting on the bus invisible and frozen in time,
Everyone looks at it like a joke,
Like its just a break up like its just a big ******** you,
No, it's far more than just that; its like looking at raw pain,
and torturous memories I can never erase; never.
It looking at my own old hated reflection,
because when I see her I see that mirror of myself,
I see who I was and who I am... its something not explainable,
She makes me look at myself like a bank and she is the robber.
- by Ikuo Jinichi |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 01/15/2014 |
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- Title: Broken clock
- Artist: Ikuo Jinichi
- Description: I am the bank, she is the robber.
- Date: 01/15/2014
- Tags: broken clock
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