or sign in with e-mail
by Hanna Jul 25, 2007 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
While i sit here, it passes me by tick after tock, it listens to my lies lie after lie, it still listens, while slowly taking a toll, on the ones that glisten time is the thing the thing that kills all no matter how short how fat or how tall so choose your paths wisely dont ever slip because more will be on the line than just a tiny fib.