Time is like a lie for me.
Like when we had given up on what we truly believed in.
When time stood still a single minute each time I would say your is my wish.
As one single tear drop jumps back on your face as before you didn't make a sound of it crawling on your back.
I knew as for me nothing can bring back the time that I dearly wanted or needed.
Time was a thief and that is all I ever knew.
Catching fire in the sky and catching it in a jar full of water as it burns out the light.
Time was alway just ahead of me.
I didn't realize it would be gone.
Gone to be free, as a horse riding off to the sunset in one second.
I closed my eyes.
As an empath I always knew what was up with the sun or even the littlest things to mankind.
Always had that little feeling when something was eating you up alive as you just knew that something was wrong in the pit in your stomach.
As if someone has kicked you many times in the head you just knew too much.
If you don't know what an empath is you better start learning and reading.
Empath is where a person senses something and you just know how people feel.
Like so many people wanna touch the sky and only really new a jump shot, us empaths give you a push so you can touch it.
YOU ARE READING
The Story I Never Told Anyone
Poetryit's about poems. How I feel or see things. Sometimes it's about people.
