What wasted days we share
the hours we breathe like air
they float away
and bleed the day
Though we have no need to care
Our time is fuel to burn
our bonfires never adjourn
although they may
turn night to day
night cannot be had out of turn
Footsteps are laid to be traced
to follow at memories pace
but to me, aren't there
if there are not two pair
wasted days, without you, are a waste
May 14, 2013
May 14, 2013 at 12:08 PM UTC
What wasted days we share
the hours we breathe like air
they float away
and bleed the day
Though we have no need to care
Our time is fuel to burn
our bonfires never adjourn
although they may
turn night to day
night cannot be had out of turn
Footsteps are laid to be traced
to follow at memories pace
but to me, aren't there
if there are not two pair
wasted days, without you, are a waste
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