Time is one of the few things
You can't get back
It represents a lot of things
Like your time of life and death
We have clocks above our head
The ones nobody can see
And when our clocks break
It's the end of you and me
It can break at any time
That I why
You're supposed to cherish
Ever second of life
Although
There are people that cannot handle this
Yes it's sad but true
It's like they take their clock
And smash it to make it stop
Which ultimately causes their own doom
One clock will break
Every second of the day
The same time one is born
And when the soul breaks
The clock still sticks
It may not be in the best condition
But it doesn't stop
Until the life is at an end~
{Kye}
Side note- I'm iffy about this one. I like it but I don't
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Death Is The New Life
PoesiaOriginal poems put together to make a fabulous collection. Poems about the wrong society does and the tragedy that happens in every day life. After all a lot of walking people are dead inside. Enjoy!
