Hey! My first poem! If you don't know who I am, pop over to DazedWeed's page and read 'One Kiss...' then you'll understand!
*By the way, this isn't a real person, it's a character for my story* :)
What marks the passing of time?
A touch softer than a feather,
The dropping of a dime.
What makes time so dear?
A sweet kiss goodnight,
A car grinding into fifth gear.
Time is like a beast,
Hunting, prowling for your blood,
Know now that your life is leased.
You can’t escape from time, no matter what they say,
No such thing as Blue boxes and time-turners,
Time lies on your back, and there it will stay.
Crevices and wrinkles map out faces,
Drawing lines that must be walked upon,
Time does love a good chase.
So if you happen to come it in time for tea,
Do not be afraid, nor bow down before it,
Simply say: “Hello, good friend, how good you have been to me.”
