We're withered.
Call it whatever you like.
But time doesn't wait on anybody.
She's cruel,
She's beautiful,
She's short,
And Luxurious,
For those who have the pleasure of enjoying her.
She laughs as she weakens your bones,
Steals the elasticity from skin on your face,
Wears your smile as her own, because yours if faded,
Clouds your eyes,
And becomes your tears.
Time is so powerful,
Because she is fear.
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We really try to convince ourselves we hold beauty.
That we're everlasting,
That we are kind, altruistic, compassionate people.
But Time sees us for who we are and has no mercy.
She knows we are selfish, and arrogant, and broken at heart.
Just like she is.
