Poem #57

Women are like watches. Our hearts
go tick-tock. Every now and then when
someone touches our crown it makes
us go faster than the other clocks. We have
our own time and time zone, a whole new world.

Unfortunately you made her be late,
a whole life time behind other clocks
when you’ve touched the crown and left.

But as I said, it’s a crown. She fixed it
and kept on ticking by herself. Tick-tock,
tick-tock.

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