I look up at the sky thirsty for a wishing star.
It is my only hope to give meaning to my scars.
A pinch of time is all I ask,
To paint a different picture of the past.
We are ticking away to golden dust,
I need to go back to ancient times to rebuild your trust.
Oh, my lonely voice travels across the lonely sky,
In search for that miracle; That pinch of time.
I wish I could run back and reverse the clock.
I run in empty hallways and realize I cannot.
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Drops of Poetry
PoetryDrops of Poetry It's raining outside my window Just like my emotions inside me The taste of the salty rain and sorrow Every problem falls on me like rain I catch it with my hand Turning it to rhymes and names I'm soaking wet from wher...
