Like airplanes, time is flying,
Like roaches, people keep dying,
Like a baby, I'm always crying.
- Author: Aaliyah Gisele (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: February 21st, 2017 14:06
- Comment from author about the poem: This means a lot to me, more than my other poems. Because time is going by fast and life itself, is going by way too fast, and in that saying, I wish that time and life could slow down, and wait for me. And people keep dying. Everyday, I wake up and I hear about a death of a person I don't even know, or someone that could have been related to me. People just keep leaving this world. The more deaths, the more people get scared, scared to even step foot out of their door.
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