I'm playing with the ghosts
Of the people I thought were impenetrable by timeAnd toying with my hopes
That the hourglass isn't pouring out sand
So tell me a lieTell me we will never change.
Tell me we will never die
And hide the hourglass from my veiwBefore I begin to believe my friends are ghosts
And they were bound to leaveAnd my hopes
where never play thingsPlease
Don't wake me from my dreem
...~brokenglasseye
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PoetryPoems by a defective humman searching for an outlit threw poetry.