I am Time

by Likedudeits Hayley   Apr 27, 2008


Always too much of me
or never enough.
You seem to forget me.
You are lost without me.

I cause you anger
sadness
freedom
frustration
forgetfulness
and I'm not one bit sorry.

On a wrist,
on a wall,
in memory of,
on paper.

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  • 16 years ago

    by TheRevelation

    Beautifully written and very unique. 5/5

  • 16 years ago

    by Daisy

    That's something of which I've never seen.

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