Time passes slowly while you're in pain.
When you're bleeding out, and have nothing to gain.
Time passes quickly while you're delighted.
When every fiber of your soul is happily alighted.
It's strange how time passes; I wish I could know
What makes the world turn, change like it will always do.
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Where We Never Look--The Forgotten Places
PoetryThis is a Poetry Book that I've been working on for almost a year. I write random poems when I'm inspired, so I hope you enjoy! #825 in Poetry November 24, 2016 #351 in Poetry November 26, 2016 (!!!!!!) #350 in Poetry November 29, 2016 #284 in Poetr...
