Time is gold,
That was told.
Spent the minutes-
With so much wit.
Time passes like wind;
Second's as fast as blink.
I've wasted more;
Exhaustedly less.
Now, I'm feeling blue-
For the hours I've lost.
Never wish for a time machine,
Cause it will never came.
A canvass of black-
For the crack of my clock.
The time stopped,
So I can never come back.
-roseesesch
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Broken
PoetryThis poem is written by my thoughts, past and heartbreaks. This is where I put all the bleeding words in my head. A broken poem from a broken pen. And this poem is not just for me. I also write to rescue those dying hearts. I write for those who can...
