Wasting Time
Memories of the good times make me sad,
i thought those times,are suppose to make you glad.
Maybe cuase everything that's in memories past,
freinds,feelings,even my health,is anything built to last.
What am I doing, just lingering on?
Like a thief,you came in the night,and left by dawn.
Maybe I'm just waiting.
Waiting,for the bells to chyme,
Waiting,for the words to fall into rhyme,
Waiting for all that's ugly,to turn sublime,
Waiting for something to give me a sign.
Waiting for nothing,and I'm wasting time.
Is it my decision, or my crime,
stuck parallel to nothing, wasting time.
Yesterday is done,today I'm having fun.
The struggle to carry on,has only begun.
So pour me a glass of water,and wash it away,
all the yesterdays, bring me another day.
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