Here I am in my bed
The poison light of my phone
Glaring at my brown eyes
As I write this poem
In a room where no moonlight is shed,
Wondering for my future home
Where I know time will tell no lies.
Here I wait for time's token.
I have a heart in my hands
It ticks away like the hands of a clock.
It scares me like falling sands,
I am what their silent falls mock.
Indecisive is my mind as is my heart
In this spring of life -
Where I bake a random tart
And poke it with a knife.
I see you.
Everyday you look different
Sometimes even distant.
I worry you'll fly away
Before I can grasp this fully
For Time won't slow.
And life will fly and never sway
It doesn't hover; what a bully.
This once, I hope it doesn't snow.
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Still Wishing
Poetry- C o m p l e t e d - Started on the 23. 02. 19 Completed on the 27. 05. 19 DEEP poems And others not so deep. Hope you like them. They get better as you read. #6 quickread || 02. 01. 2019 #262 short || 16. 01. 2019 #2 anythingreally || 23. 02...
