I wish I could turn back time,
and freeze it that one fine day,
when I held your hand
telling you it'll all be okay.
I wish time would give me a chance;
All I asked was just one last glance,
one last hug, one last kiss.
I'd trade my life to acquire all these.
I wish I could turn back time,
and freeze it that one fine day..
That one fine day, when you weren't
just a memory.
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Spilled Ink
PoetryA piece of soul in ink, and unto the paper it spilled. A collection of thoughts that rhyme from a wandering mind.