It's funny because,
They say that time is a great healer,
Amd for some it may be true.
For me I can't see a way through,
The book of me and you.
I thought it'd never end,
I believed with all my soul.
My heart was made for breaking,
And it's cracking for you.
Now, no other warm can melt me,
I'm frozen to the point,
The point where I was happy,
The point of you and I.
The ticking of time is supposed to heal me,
But I don't feel a thing just yet.
The ticking of time is supposed to bring seasons anew,
But my summer ended,
Permanently with you.
I look to you and see,
A smile on your face.
That's okay with me,
I'm glad you can be happy.
The ticking of time is supposed to do everything that I can't.
Theres a void in my life,
Carved deep in my heart,
The feeling is raw,
Burried away,
Hidden, like the me I was.
My chest is locked.
The ticking of time will never open it,
For you alone have the key
YOU ARE READING
poems
PoetryBook of poetry. I don't expect you to understand it, but please don't laugh. I don't write poetry usually, but I really need to.
