Nothing changes
when you walk with her,
Yet nothing's the same
when you look back.
I should stop blaming the hand,
its not the clock,
It's you, you changed,
And the innocent hand,
It still moves.
I Wrote It All For Me
By Euphoric_pen
Poems. For myself, of my moods, my life, just me and my feelings. Most of them are fictious (or are they?). I... More