The clock ticks, and time draws near,
When we'd no longer get to talk,
Or catch a glimpse of that familiar face,
After a long and tiring walk.
I keep counting the days as they fly,
Dreading the moment when all fades away,
When choices creep between us,
And we're forced to part, each on our way.
With the little time left, I reminisce,
All the small moments you gave to me.
And I'm thankful to you,
For shaping the person I've grown to be.
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ECLIPSE- A Poetry Collection
PoesieIt is not a collection of random poems, but bits and pieces of my heart, each one telling a new tale.
