When the Ceiling Has Its Eyes Peeled
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I don’t hear the ticking of a clock because I don’t have one that ticks.
My clock is silent and deadly, especially when my alarm goes off,
and I realize I have to get up and go to work.
So, my clock is a jerk in a way!
But, today, I think of you.
I wonder what really makes you smile,
I wonder what it’d be like to hold your hand and walk just one wonderful mile.
I wonder what your type is and guess that you probably like the sophisticated type of person,
I don’t think I’m that at all,
but dreaming doesn’t hurt anything, now does it?
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Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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You can be anything you want to be, the perfect type is someone who understands you and loves you with truth. Daydreaming is my specialty, it seems lol
I mean, yes! Daydreaming won't hurt 😄
This is such a fun and relatable piece! But hell the clock with no ticking sound —I want this clock😬. Who doesn’t love a little daydream about being someone’s perfect type? Definitely smiling at this one!