Adriana's Poetry: A collection

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Time

'Twas a little something to pass the time
I kept for the meantime,
I hadn't expected to need it another time.

And when daytime
Disappears into the nighttime,
I've grown fond over time.

For it was dubbed too late but it was always the right time
Because I thought we could come back anytime,
But I wasn't informed that you've run out of time.

The little something was a once-in-a-lifetime.

One last time.