She has the golden curls of the finest medal you could ever win. Her smile a light in the darkness. And her heart beats in sync with yours. But even though she is gold, she is tattered and worn down. For she is Lady Time. A job that is not Fancy Free. She ticks the toc of a babies first cry and says how much good good will tryuly be in goodbye. And how many seconds it takes to say "Ill try". It is a mighty job to carry every second, but hours are the heaviest you see But it would be great if she slowed down for you and me.
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Excerpts From A Book Ill Never Write| #Wattys2018
Poetry©2017 By dallywinston1738 or Annaka Logue or Annaka Marie ||All rights reserved.|| ||Plagerism is punishable by law|| These silent thoughts were stuck in my head. Wanting, begging,pleading to be let out. They never ended up becoming more than a few...
