Day by day
Hour by hour
Minute by minute
Moment by moment
Memory by memory
Ache by ache
And pain by changing pain
Time passes
in a constant fashion.
A guilty pleasure,
for those who move fast.
Some days,
happy days,
speed by, in a flash.
And the dark days come,
with a bang and a crash,
and time s l o w s .
Until everything is inching by,
in an agonizing notion.
At a time when
not even drinking a magic potion,
can't make you happy again.
YOU ARE READING
Nobody Was Meant to See
Poetry[Trigger Warning, please be safe when reading] They aren't supposed to know. They aren't meant to read these poems that I'm writing. I've concealed them for a reason. -Shitty poems about how I feel-
