Perfect Timing, Perfect Aim

This Is A Poem I Wrote About The Person I Love.

I'm locked inside the hourglass,
and the sand keeps pouring down.
I'm surrounded by my memories,
and the solitude of this small town.

I wanted you for what seemed like forever
and when I had you time stood still.
But, now, the days fly by me,
and I reach for something I can feel.

I'm lost inside a clock tower.
The bells scream out my  fears.
The pendulem is now a gullitine.
Hypnotized and hidden here.

I wanted you for what seemed like forever
and when I had you time stood still.
But, now, the days fly by me,
and I reach for something I can feel.

Time goes by too fast,
and the only thing to stop it
is the pistol in the drawer.