time flies
only when pigs fly
as I look up at the sky
i come to see
pigs with wings
soaring above us
the clock strikes twelve am
yet it feels like night
I grasp my own hand
since I can't grasp
the concept of time
I only have myself
the articles sitting on my shelf
headlines upon headlines
'pigs fly in the sky'
astonishing news
I close my eyes
and try to hold on to the memories
of when everything felt
normal
and when time
didn't fly
unlike pigs
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summertime galore | ✔
Poetrya collection of poems, focusing on the nostalgic time of summer, finding love, and embracing it.
