A perpetual chance, forgiveness you yearn,
you want that brass handle to once again turn,
even though the game is over, you start once again,
you're unaware that your past is just a clandestine chain,
you think that we're batteries, to switch and replace,
you believe we're the semblance of a clock's fake face.
Give me a conceivable purpose for sinning,
tell me what hindrance prevents you from winning,
enlighten me on the reason why you can't accept the past,
don't you understand that your rewinding simply won't last?
YOU ARE READING
Reminisce
Poetry~ Words leak through minds, like too much ink does to paper. They spread silently like diseases and blossom like the non-existent amaranthine in spring. ~ (COVER NOT MINE) (All rights reserved) (A collection of rhyming poems. Part 2 out now) (Hig...