alone they lay in a field of daisies
with nothing but themselves and time.
it felt as if they were still just eight years old when things were simpler and the minutes did not pass by as quickly.
when they could say "i love you" and
it wouldn't have felt like the world stopped spinning just for them.
just for them to have more time as children to love and then to forget, then to love again.
now minutes have turned into hours,
yet the clock hands continue to spin.
but they stayed there, lying down, hands interlocking, alone with the pollen seeping through their noses
and with daisies littering their hair.
there they stayed, with their lives passing them by, just hoping that time could spare them and their fleeting moment of youth could last forever.
alone they lay in a field of daisies.
with nothing but themselves and time.
it felt as if they were now just 16 years old.
and so they wished things were simpler and the minutes wouldn't pass by so quickly.
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poems upon poems
Poetryso i've never been the creative type I guess but writing poems has helped me cope with all of the shit that happens. i hope you enjoy them & don't be too harsh pls also I will try to update this but idk {lowercase intended}
