TIME
Time flies, they say
When you're having fun
to the rising of the moon
from the dawning of the sun
Time crawls, it seems
when the skies are gray
when you long for someone
to take the pain away
Time waits for no soul
for the seconds, they fly
the minutes speed walk
while the hours run wild
Time on my hands
is what I have without you
is what I wish I had more of
when the times are few
far and in between
the Then and the Now
My heart bursts at the seams
when I think about how
much time I've wasted
worrying about nothing
bitching and complaining
just trying to find something
A reason
that you were not perfect, As Is
that you were not perfect, As Is
how much wrong you had done
Now those things don't mean shit
Time flies, they say
and I know that is true
Oh how I wish I had more time
just
to spend
with you
to spend
with you
c. Sameialika Tarver, March 25, 2007
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