little girls growing up
slowly fading away
no longer the cub
I would like to stay
princesses growing old
almost the end of a year
many stories to be told
about a time here
time passing by
I can not slow it down
I am wondering why
time is nothing we can own
I want to stop the hours
from running out
but time isn't ours
for crying out loud
I don't want the minutes to pass
want to stay a child
I want a time-travelling hourglass
to use as a shield
protecting me
from losing this
this place where I love to be
two weeks is all what rest
and then
I will try my best
to see you again
YOU ARE READING
The poems of my life
PoesiaPoems are the way the heart can speak when the mouth can't There are days I feel like no one is listening. Like my voice doesn't matter. That's when I started writing Poem after poem Voicing my thoughts Thoughts that sometimes have nothing to do...
