Of The Patchwork Girl And The Clockwork Boy

She was a girl,
A patchwork girl,
Wrapped in a quilt of rainbows,
Stitched together by moonlight and shadows.

Each patch had a name,
Sunshine and rain,
Laughter and pain,
Loss and gain
And everything that kept her sane.

And he was a boy.
A clockwork boy,
With clockwork precision,
Made precise decisions.

Turning like an amusement park ride
Gears and cogs,
Sense and logic,
Science and magic,
And everything that imitated life

She felt too much,
He felt not enough,
She had nothing to give but patches and smiles,
And he had nothing to give but smiles and time,
Between glances and dances,
Time, smiles and patches
Together they wound up the watches,
And watched,
all they could ever want and need together,
Run outโ€ฆ.



  1. This was fun and clever.
    The title has an age trap because I first thought of and expect some tie into the clockwork orange story of what, the 1970s. That story still casts a dark shadow whenever its memory is conjured but yours was a fun dance of differences and word play.
    I wanted it to go on for a few more songs.

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    1. Thank you Gary, I really had fun working on this, I think some of the inspiration behind was the tin man from the Wizard of Oz ๐Ÿค”


  2. ๐Ÿ’œ …and what of “The Patchwork” Boy and “The Clockwork” Girl EveryOne ๐Ÿค” ?…

    … ๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’™…


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