Time does not heal,
but pours salt in my wounds.
In the seconds and the minutes,
the hours in each day, every day,
it burns a hole through my heart.
Time seems to disappear and drag,
all at once;
And no matter if I keep track
or forget the amount passed,
the hurt remains.
Time is the torturer,
and it never softens its grip.
Aug 11, 2014
Aug 11, 2014 at 9:16 PM UTC
Time does not heal,
but pours salt in my wounds.
In the seconds and the minutes,
the hours in each day, every day,
it burns a hole through my heart.
Time seems to disappear and drag,
all at once;
And no matter if I keep track
or forget the amount passed,
the hurt remains.
Time is the torturer,
and it never softens its grip.
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