Ticking 

There finally comes a date

To anticipate

No longer the void pixels

But soon, sentimental vessels

 

Months of lyrical voices and words

Of loud snores and your suggested ballads

The bulk of all memories

How annoying, your play on my ideologies

 

Some things I’d look forward to

That cunningly side eyes, lovely fool

Yes, no fishes and veges, I remember

To fill but only the hearts that steer

 

TC & Wassalam

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Author: Sabrina Edris

I'm like neon lights confined in a black box.