Time

Its Raskolnikov

Time,

A wonderful thing,

When given it'll make you rich,

It'll make you so happy but you'll still take it for granted,

It'll make you sing but still you'll forget it's beautiful harmonies,

You'll love the way it makes you move,

But again you'll lose the groove,

And you lose the happiness too,

And regrets will follow you,

Cause when it runs out you'll start to shout,

Why does it all seem to go away? Why does it seem to make you cry?

Sometimes you question what it's all about,

And you'll find what you've been looking for, yet forget that you ever were searching,

You'll lose everything, and it'll all lose you too,

Just pay attention! For once in your life, open your eyes!

Hellos are so rare, 

Life is full of sorrow and despair,

So keep holding off on the goodbye,

Make the love stay,

Don't be shy,

I can tell you how but I cannot tell you why,

So please, dear love, don't make the end to our rhyme, 

Don't end the love, don't end the happiness, don't end our time,

  • Author: Raskolnikov (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 5th, 2017 12:51
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments1

  • FredPeyer

    Well written, Ras! Sometimes we wish we could slow down time, and at other times we would rather speed it up.

    • Its Raskolnikov

      Thank you, and we waste the time we have as well!

      • FredPeyer

        Instead of calling it 'wasting time', I call it 'relaxing'! 🙂

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