There would never be
enough time
with you;
for days with you felt like seconds
and perhaps, maybe they were
but with each waking moment
I spent without you,
I feel as though life
does not go on,
in it's endless cycle,
killing minutes in a slow decay
for I would spend my life loving you,
and still die not having loved you enough.
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PoetryHighest rank: #23 In poetry. A compilation of Poems about love, heart break, depression and everything in between really. Black, white, and of course, a dose of grey.