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Time.
Something we've all unconsciously fallen in love with.
It holds the dearest of memories in its hands.
It conceals the darkness of our past in its seconds.
Our secrets are lost in the ever so hypnotizing ticking and tocking.
When were lost, it seems to freeze.
When we're joyful, it seems to disappear.
When were hurt, it seems to slow.
It has no beginning. No end. No owner. No slave.
So my dearest's, what is Time?
One shall never know.
Because Time is not a predetermined thought or substance.
Rather...
Time is what you imagine it to be...
So let it take you places only it can.
Bask in the times of joy.
Reflect in the moments of sorrow.
And create new paths after times of hurt.
Hey guys! I want to apologize! Because this isn't really a poem....it was just something I was inspired to write! I hope you still like it!
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My Heart in a Box
PoetryUNDERGOING EDITING [Highest rank 103 in Poetry 11-12-17] [#105 in Poetry 11-02-17] [ #139 in Poetry 10-13-17] [#205 in Poetry 9-21-17] We never know what to expect in life. I take what it gives me and melt it into words that leak into Poems.
