To travel through space and time,
What a wonderful idea.
To be able to redo mistakes of mine,
What a wonderful waste of time.
Mistakes are made and lessons are learned,
The past is the past, as the present is will soon be dirt.
Dirt that made you human, dirt that was nothing,
Before God breathed life, for it to become something.
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Flowers Of Love And Tears
PoetryRoses are red, Violets are blue. Will you ever look at me The way I look at you? ~~~~°~~~°~~~°~~~~ Highest Rank #180 in Poetry ❤❤❤ Just random poems and stories.
