"Time is precious; time is gold"
As they say, this they hold.
Tell me words; don't let them hide
Talk to me like I just died
Speak to me. Apologize.
Give your thanks. Hold our ties.
For I'm not sure if words come by
In a place where death is why
Guilt may see your hiding place
Strike you in my end of days
So tell me now; don't let this hide
Talk to me like I just died
YOU ARE READING
About Her
PoetryPoems are her feelings She wants to keep private But she wants everyone to know
