click click click

she bought her self a beauty,

sixty bucks from the girl down the hall

smith-corona, dark gray case, teal accents

...even gave him a name, Leland,

[meadow-land, a safe haven]

and the click click click of the click click keys

tapped to the rhythm of her heart

...

she longed for the comfort of her days gone past

when razors kissed her skin

and her heart was shards of broken glass

so she'd built up high, high walls

and wouldn't let others pass

but the click click click of the click click keys

tapped to the rhythm of her heart

...

she'd write all night, she'd write all day

letters, quotes, memories, notes

waiting for the feelings to pass away

waiting for the sun to shine again

waiting all night for the promise of day

and the click click click of the click click keys

tapped to the rhythm of her heart

...

so she looked to the future and she cracked a grin

sensing now that day had dawned

and dared to dream in possibilities again

yet thankful for the time she spent

and the lessons learned within

when the click click click of the click click keys

tapped to the rhythm of her heart

The End

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