When thinking of love
Or thinking about life
there is only one thing
that causes me strife

Time seems to fly
when I want it to be slow
I think I know the reason
for it’s quick flow

Time is always there
for each lovers kiss
There is not one hearts caress
that it does miss

Yet time is always alone
ignored and betrayed
So to give its revenge
Time will never be stayed

Quickly it flies
When you want it to wait
And that’s why and end comes quick
to each and every date.

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Filed under: Poetry - @ October 25, 2009 4:59 am