my oh my
how time flies by
i wish the clocks would turn back time
i've wished for peace
i've wished for love
but nothing has come from the sky above
so i cross my heart and hope to fly
and wish and wish that when i cry
angels will dry my tears
and wash away my mopes and fears
my oh my
how time flies by
but now it's time for me to die
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poetry
Poetrypoetry is when an emotion has found its thought, and the thought has found words -robert frost. all poems are mine unless stated otherwise. just thought i'd give someone a taste of my mind. #4 in ode
