Tomorrow will be the third month since my real smile faded
I have always thought you may break it but it's too late
It hurts to see both your hands like puzzles that stayed fit
Funny how fast time flies when you dread it
Today, I spoke as if nothing ever bothered me
Pretending so won't snap me out of my reverie
Will never happen like stuff on my Christmas wish list
Funny how slow time moves when you're waiting
Yesterday, I had been dying to see you but then
She had been right when she said that loving him was red
Seems like fooling myself will never come to an end
Time is a funny thing 'coz you won't know what it meant
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Poetry Diary
PoetryA compilation of amateur works of poetry which I created. All rights reserved.
