Tick tock goes the clock as sand drips in the hourglass
You heart beats faster as you run farther ahead
Where are you going? What are you running from?
Your almost out of sand in your hourglass
You heart slows down then your thoughts are dull and then your dead
You enter with your heart a slowing drum
You see nothing in your spyglass
You are nothing but people mourn you
You are something. You just forgot
Your light goes out as tears begin to fall
Drip drip drip goes your blood as people rush to save you
When you reach the end is it cold and dark or is it sunny and warm?
What is your heaven?
What was your sin?
There is no end till you find peace with yourself
YOU ARE READING
Mostly Him
RandomMost of this is about a single relationship in my life, but this does contain some random chapters because the original intent was to be a bunch of random chapters with no relation.
