Wasting Time

The title say says it all I guess.

Time seeps through the crevices
of my hands like sand.

A moment wasted...A moment drifted by.

I sit idly, denying my emotions.
Denying the feeling slowly
creeping through my veins...

A feeling of bliss...
A feeling of utter intoxication.

The clock's insesant ticking is
telling me to take action.

On one side sits my heart.
The other, my mind.
My mind dominating while my heart accepts
being strapped to the backseat.

I watch you...
Your actions drive me crazy.
Your words lure me to you.

A simple kiss could untie emotions
A simple smile would cause an explosion...

My eyes remain attached as the hands
of the clock wave away each second.