Treasure Island

Emilie Love


Tick Tock


Tick Tock
The clock is ticking
''We dont need a clock''
She is saying
He is waiting
Loudly breathing
What answer she will be giving?
But she believes theres no time limit
So she simply smiles
He is frustrated
He cannot wait
But se laughs and says;
Life is long enough for some mistakes
Tick tock
The clock is ticking
What answer she will be giving?
He turns around
Reaches the door
He doenst have much time left anymore
''Whats the rush''
she lightly asks
He doesnt even turn his head
Tick tock
The clock is ticking
What answer she will be giving?
He stops
After opening the door
Once its closed
He will be sure
''I know when i know''
She says and lets him go

Submitted: Monday, July 14, 2014

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