What Time Is Left

by aLYNNp   Feb 16, 2007


As tears run dowm my face,
I think of all the wonderful times we spent.
Knowing that I could never see you agian,
it hurts every inch of my skin.
As time passes by,
the time I spend with you gets shorter and shorter.
I only wish to spend my last days with you.

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  • 17 years ago

    by emily

    This is a really good poem. i loved it. 5/5 great job!