All time ever does is pass.
It doesn't heal.
It doesn't make you feel better.
It just passes.
And with time,
People expect you
To be okay with it.
To come to terms with it.
To accept it.
Time doesn't heal.
It forces us to accept it.
Cause if it's been four years,
And I'm still not over you,
It's my fault.
So, I need to get over you.
Cause they'd laugh at me,
Being stuck on you
For so darn long
While you go and run around
Having the time of your life.
Time doesn't heal.
All it does is pass.
And unfortunately,
All I do is remember.
I remember everything.
All those nice things
You told me,
And said about me
When you were drunk.
I remember the first time you held me
That night you saw me cry.
I remember that afternoon you told me
That you'd fallen in love with me,
A week after I told you the same.
All time ever does
Is pass.
And, while I'm stuck here,
Un-moving from your gorgeous smile
And deep blue eyes
All I can do is remember.
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Fragments Of A Broken Mind
PoetryJust a collaboration of all my poetry. They're all pretty sad, though. So, if you're looking for something to cheer you up, this ain't it. Don't forget to leave your feedback :)) And vote, please. Helps me know you liked it. And I'm kinda insecure...
