Time is like water, for it’s always there.
It can slip through your fingers,
Or just into air.
In some places it's dense.
In others it's thin.
Not sure where it ends,
Or where it begins.
Sometimes it's nice.
Sometimes it *****.
You can have too little.
You can have too much.
Waters like time,
And time is like water,
The colder it is,
Both start to get harder.
And I’ll let you continue this rhyme:
How time is like water,
And water’s like time.

Regret.

Nibbles away at the tiny corners of the conscious mind.

Preoccupying ones thoughts with remorse and somewhat desire.

Remorse over what is done
and what is to be done.

A desire
to do it again.

Regret.

Not a feeling rather a trait.
Its characteristic
embodied within the human

Its here, and its here to stay.

Find it hard to believe that our eyes will  never meet again.
Tears sally forth as flowers do in rain.
This morning you entered my head.
Another day of wishing dead.
Not sure who.
Me or you?
Never can tell.
Abandoned in the land of base of wishing well.
Always wishing well.
As if you couldn't tell.
There's scent in the air as if you didn't know.
My suitcase is packed.
Off I go.
At tangents and right angles.
Confusion fixed.
Witches brew created.
Everything's mixed.
Magic and muffins.
Ice cream and cookie dough.
Time to call upon fairy snow.
(C) LIVVI

I was broken
So you let me be broken
I was lost
So you came to find me
then walked beside me
I was in love
So you let me love
I was greedy
And you gave me things
I was opened
You listened
I was silent
You listened
I was me
You let me be me.
-e.s.