Time waits for no one
Scars heal in Time's favor - ignoring yours
Grim times verses modern times
Is there a raging difference?
I'm not sure
A child is being innocent
Being a teen means leaving things behind
Being an adult means everything is taken away and seating a name for yourself
Time's a real bastard
But the marks left behind are always the really REAL bastard
For without Marks
Were would time be?
Nothing more than an image of our mind
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Lingering Life
Mystery / ThrillerA group of dreary poems, from childhood to supernatural, seek the depth of theses poems. Try seeing the details that come apart from them if you choose. And tell me, whom are you in them?
