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Ken Moser

Updated: Sun, 9 Apr 2017 05:25 pm

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I am really a novice. I've written song lyrics before with professional musicians. But I would not consider my self a writer.


Tick You watch the clock, then the outlines of her body. Tock You feel the warmth of her touch and the heat of her breath Tick The clock becomes your enemy pulling at your heart, your soul Tock Pushing the clock away you pull her close, almost into you Tick She sighs softly accepting touch, feeling, then, returning your love Tock The clock angrily announces that this moment has come to an end your heart must standstill Tick You watch her leave as she takes a piece of you with her each time Tock That clock stares at you, invites you to count the hours till you feel her breath once more

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