The Outsiders Imagines

Time is a crime

Here's a cute lil' rhym-y poem. Like comment vote! Tell me what ya think!

            The past may not have been a blast

            Remembering all those times of flabbergast,

            Then abruptly feeling the heavy-hearted downcast.

            Rain, rain, go away,

            Come back another day

            Maybe when time isn't passing, as like on a birthday.

            Time haunts with a chase

            All with a pearly white smile upon it's face

            We try and try to catch up and hold with it's pace.

            Forgetting or repressing all the wrong we had caused

            Wishing we could have paused.

            The past, once again, makes its abrupt entrance

            Not caring who it pains, it has no preference

            Enough is enough, we want our vengeance!

            Time spent feeling anything but the lovely, is time wasted

             Like when that boy we hated

            Stole our seconds, minutes, and hours, leaving us frustrated.

            Maybe along the way we fell into a puddle of love

            But then suddenly he got sick of 

            How we had become to fit in his life like a pitcher's glove.

            As the stars are aligned

            We think of only the kind, leaving us with a peace of mind

            But we remember that sometimes what was left behind is better left behind.