tick tock.
Men shouldn’t tamper with time lines, what goes on in the past should stay in the past, or it all comes back like burning, itch itch itch until your very last twitch.
We came we saw we commented on the situations and we roared and raved and rambled and I loved you then more than I love you now and I wonder why.
There was a beauty hidden in a diamond and it made the world sparkle like cut glass from a skylight as the body obliterates though, there’s no fear of falling until you land and land I have oh grounded grounded grounded and never again to touch the sky.
What of the time travelers wife?
The ones that are left behind they think that it’s their pain but how can they know pain when they haven’t seen the past and present collide like I have? Haven’t seen the future for what it is, haven’t watched the pen refill with ink and watch the bruises reblossom. Terrible thing time, terrible and consuming and too soon over.
I saw you for the first second third last time and my heart skipped and stopped and sped up to thunder and you caught my eye and smiled as I died for the first second third last time. Why does it always come back to this.
Some points in time are fixed, some points you can’t rewrite but oh, to be anywhere but London town that day, anywhere any where in the wide grey world than the cobbled streets and narrow hallways of a city dead from the neck up.
He died, as no one truly can be a lord of time, a healer or a master of it. He died. And I know you say he will resurrect. He will live again.
But never forget that he died.
We came we saw we commented on the situations and we roared and raved and rambled and I loved you then more than I love you now and I wonder why.
There was a beauty hidden in a diamond and it made the world sparkle like cut glass from a skylight as the body obliterates though, there’s no fear of falling until you land and land I have oh grounded grounded grounded and never again to touch the sky.
What of the time travelers wife?
The ones that are left behind they think that it’s their pain but how can they know pain when they haven’t seen the past and present collide like I have? Haven’t seen the future for what it is, haven’t watched the pen refill with ink and watch the bruises reblossom. Terrible thing time, terrible and consuming and too soon over.
I saw you for the first second third last time and my heart skipped and stopped and sped up to thunder and you caught my eye and smiled as I died for the first second third last time. Why does it always come back to this.
Some points in time are fixed, some points you can’t rewrite but oh, to be anywhere but London town that day, anywhere any where in the wide grey world than the cobbled streets and narrow hallways of a city dead from the neck up.
He died, as no one truly can be a lord of time, a healer or a master of it. He died. And I know you say he will resurrect. He will live again.
But never forget that he died.