By Kayniah Florence
It is the signs of the times.
The time of mine.
It spins and burials,
Ready to hurl.
It is the signs of the times.
The waisted time of mine.
Waisted on a roach,
Not good enough to be a coach.
It is the signs of the times.
The false time of mine.
The lies and the betrayal,
This time I won't hold onto your rails.
It is the signs of the times.
The hopefilled time of mine.
The dream of a home and children,
The hope of marriage and the unwinded.
It is truely the signs of the time.
The waisted, false, hopefilled time of mine.
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Poems of Sadness
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