Jazbaat

I stare at her for hours.
She stares right back at me.
With her lies the power
To set my body free.

She moves so slow it hurts.
But moves so fast at noon.
It’s with her hands she flirts.
Her face attracts the room.

She hangs just down the hall.
It’s there she lets us know,
And tells us one and all
Just when it’s time to go.

That’s why I love and hate
The way she does decieve.
She always makes me wait
For when it’s time to leave.