The cynical dreamer

Time is a crime

This poem ( another assignment) was about time. Cherishing time, wasting time, stealing time, every aspect. Enjoy!

                          Time is a crime

               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.

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When writing this I had learned a lot about my unconscious, feelings I hadn't known I had.