Clockwork
You were a perfect clock,
Attuned to the sun and moon.
Each night I would ask you,
“Wake me up at six,”
And you would
With a kiss,
A hug,
A brush of my hair.
And when you disappeared,
So dependent on you was I,
I stopped waking up.
You were a perfect clock,
Attuned to the sun and moon.
Each night I would ask you,
“Wake me up at six,”
And you would
With a kiss,
A hug,
A brush of my hair.
And when you disappeared,
So dependent on you was I,
I stopped waking up.