i wish the clocks would stop
yet as the days go by
they stay the same
as they change
the ticks become an reminder
the tocks become an echo
for when you have nothing to live for
time stops
most say time stops when you're in love
but that's not true
time is your enemy
time has never been nor will be
a companion of those who love
time is only a companion to the depressed
some would say the weak
time cannot affect those who do not care
time only exists for those
that have something to live for
those in love face the consequences of tocks
those that are tired face the rewards of ticks
time does not hurt me anymore
-lana jane
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fly away poetry
Poetrya collection of self-written poetry for: those in pain those shamed because of who they love the people whose bodies have been taken from them the outcasts those that have had their mirrors become their own hell the unrequited lovers the people who...
