(5/8/22 BR)
Time,
you are graceless.
You trip over moments
and stumble over centuries.
You collapse on the innocent,
and you let the immoral life.
Time,
you dance in sway,
over right and wrong.
you ram into the young,
and steal their youth.
You tumble right over the old,
Letting them live and slow,
agonizing deaths.
But,
maybe in being graceless
Dear Time,
you are graceful.
YOU ARE READING
My idiotic love
Poetrypoems starting from 2020 to current. this is my second book of poetry. um not sure what else to put here so uh yeah. trigger warnings be careful and take care of yourself! lots of love from the author. :)
