You told me
Our time stood still
You told me
Our time is forever will
You told me
Our time is an incomplete loop
As the clock hands stop midst spin
In hopes that forever will it last
Alas;
Fare the well
Of memories that went amiss
Thou shalt feel the ab'scence, them old people say
Inscribing names upon the hands
For then; time will move forward on it's own accord
But this time around;
Our memories follow.
YOU ARE READING
Unfaithful
RandomFor a love that I wrote these poems; a love for myself, obviously. And you who reads. And specially for the 'you'.
