Another hour has passed again, gone
Without warning
See it as you used to do
Saying you don't feel blue
But now all there was left to do
Is gone, too
YOU ARE READING
Will it ever matter
PoetryWords forming into sentences and trying to be a good poem
Gone
Another hour has passed again, gone
Without warning
See it as you used to do
Saying you don't feel blue
But now all there was left to do
Is gone, too
