No time

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
One of those times where it felt everything was going wrong

Submitted: February 28, 2007

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I look up to the sky and the man in the moon

Instead of smiling he frowns,

My hearts lost, happened to soon

And I can hear the hounds,

They’r calling but not of love.

A harsh reality-kick and a shove

And to me it begins to seem,

That there’s no room

Or time to dream…

 

My feet are blistered and my thoughts sore,

I cant take it, but wont some more.

My wounds don’t scar and my scars don’t heal,

And still they wonder why I don’t feel.

She said the most wasted of days is one without laughter

But she just makes me cry

And to me it begins to seem,

That there’s no room

Or time to dream…


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