Dear Time,
This is for how much of you I wasted.
It is an apology
A meeting
And a reminiscing.
Everyday I realise that you are not real
My body is a clock and that's what makes the world go round.
Forever I am aging because of you.
You're cruel and heartless.
You take people and things away
And the worst part
Is that you can't even reverse it.
You can't change it
Or put a stop to it.
It is happening right now
And tomorrow
And in a month
And in a year.
Time you have so many words
That it confuses me to think about you.
When will I be able to stop saying that? When
When.
What.
Where.
Who.
How.
You have tricked me so much
With your wicked game
You have have taught me so many lessons
And have allowed me to mature.
I am sorry I wasted you
From now on I will be careful with you
But I am not sorry that I hate you.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry 米^-^米
PoetryA collection of poems in my phone memos and stuff that randomly comes out of my brain at 1am