The clock's hand goes round and round
before we know it
the day's gone and we're laying down
the sun rises and sets
before I've had anytime
to breath just yet
but then suddenly when I'm with you
time freezes into the
perfect pattern
you help my crazy life slow down
and to me you m a t t e r
~a.m
BINABASA MO ANG
A collection of musings
PoetryThe words I feel, and don't always have the courage to say.
