"Time"
I want you to stop,
Cause your voice makes me sad,
Stop running! I beg you!
Hear me out, what can I do?
When you sing by twelve,
Nothing will be left.
Please stop, rest a while,
Let me savor moments, kiss goodbye.
All you have to do is stay,
But keep on ticktocking anyway.
Impossible to keep you,
I am longing for you, so far away.
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Poems
PoetryThey say poems are the writer's identity and secret keepers. It shields them from people yet are exposed. Poems are great wonders-- It is deep and very meaningful.
