The clock ticks,
On the wall of time.
Time I will never understand.
She's leaving!
He's growing up!
And where does that leave me?
I'm told to stop over exaggerating,
To stop over exaggerating the Sprint of time around me.
But how could I not when the world is constantly moving without me.
I'm a product of the insecurities you placed in me before you left me.
When you left me with only memories.
The clock ticks,
On the wall of time.
Time I will never get to understand.
YOU ARE READING
Vent poetry
RandomThis is basically me getting out of hiatus and venting about like random things but I wanna make it sound cool. Also I will update whenever I have inspo which isn't all the time. Anyways good luck and enjoy my spelling. #45 angust #206 lust
