::10:30:08::

::: Clocking In :::

I said I wouldn't keep count
But counting I am
On the stories and lies and once upon a times
And sheeps
Cause they put me to sleep
Deep into something that my eyes
Refuse to see.
Never-never land and the counting stops.
Because I want to forget that this is number five
Or is it six and seven

I forget often about number three
Since he was only so brief
In every sense of briefness and timeness
In nakedness.

I'm this type of woman.
He said
That shouldn't be alone, and I fell with that

For number two.
But he was 'oh so smooth and fresh
Like the morning after pill that I had to take
Gulped down with four cups of water
Under his watchful eye.

Something that number six didn't do.
Cause he forgot me after the third month or so
And songs and melodies
Never brought him back, and I would howl at a moon
That only looked blankly back at me
In a horizon that seemed more distant now
In the waterness of my eyes, and the shakiness of my voice
I couldn't tell whether she heard me or not.

But then number seven came,
And I swore this was different,
Because he was a Scorpio.
And I was a Taurus
Ruled by Venus
And opposed by Saturn

So he let the way
for number Eight.

Written by: ~ Inma