The Clock seems to be running faster
I'm losing time, while gaining laughter
Learning to love moments for themselves
My Soul is one I will not sell
You don't know anything within
You have no place to say how I live
The Clock slows down
When I'm around those I love
Continuing afterwards, telling me what's up
YOU ARE READING
Schizoaffectively in Love
PoetryThere will be a lot of Poetry on Mental Illness, and love, and heartbreak.
