Time,
Something that we love, but something that we lose every single day.
Some people,
They appreciate time as much as they appreciate themselves,
They count every second, every minute, and every hour,
Sometimes,
They take it into another level,
I said "Lets meet up at 8.00pm"
And they will come at 7.50pm.
But some people,
They hate time,
They don't like counting every second, minute, or hour,
Sometimes,
They just don't care so much,
They say "Time is not everything"
And they leave the conversation.
Time,
Some people say "It just numbers"
But for some,
Those numbers aren't just numbers,
Because they knew that whats more important than giving money is giving our time to people that we love.
20/12
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DEEPER BLACK ( POETRY / Random Thoughts )
Poetry#2901 Dedicated to everyone who lost themselves over something that worth nothing. [#1 Poem : 19 January 2019 -> 28 January 2019 ] [#1 Puisi : 31 January 2019 -> 3 February 2019 ]
