Poems & Quotes

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When I try time stops 

When I don't care time speeds up

I don't know what it is, but the thought makes my heart drop 

It's the illusion of ending up bored or no longer fun

The theory they'll lose interest 

Or maybe the thought of them leaving

Perhaps I just need more rest

Although I may hate intervening

I will make it my quest

Until they are truly mine

Since I have confessed

I can't get them off my mind

Everything reminds me of them

I can't comprehend it already happened

I pull on my shirt at the hem

Hoping to not have my cloth of emotion dampened