Time is a mystery
The world turns like clockwork
But it is something we'll never see
Time is a mystery
How our souls and vessels grow
From an unborn child to the wisest we can be
Time is a mystery
But this, I know, is true
That as long as forever exists
I will spend it loving you.
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Words And Oblivion (#Whattys2017)
PoetryRhyme, words, rhythm, and oblivion. | Crack open my soul Feast on my love Use my words As boxing gloves | - E This includes some dark and depressing poems, while others are uplifting. • If you are one of those who doesn't feel the need to push on a...
