January

This is proving to never run smoothly,
Love thought true gets ruined so rudely,
It's always my case, always my story,
I always preferred to be alone in the morning.

As this pen hits this page your names are the same,
all you i have fought and all those i lost..
It was always the same, we both were to blame,
and never turned out as well as we thought.

Much like a clock love seems to tick and tock,
hands slowly moving when feelings wont stop,
and sometimes love will ring when time's right,
but mostly it clicks, alone in the night.