DARK DAYS
If Only,
I could mute the tick of the clock
And give it's hands a moment of respite
I will go gaga in the joy of doing so
If only,
the craft can take me back
Back to the dark days
when skins compliments care
I will surely pay my
driver a million dollar
If only,
Those days could be my messenger
I will give it a job to
peep into its successors
A microscope I will get for it
Because I know
Tears of agony will run down it's cheeks
That it's tomorrow has made us fail it
If only,
The sun could standstill
And tomorrow refuse to come
We will be glad to be young forever
Surely,
they have gone into obscurity
Days that comes with joy
Have in your amorphous minds
That the souls in your tomorrow has failed you
But yet
They Awaits your return
In the second phase
By
LAWSON A MICHAEL
©2018
May 1, 2018
May 1, 2018 at 4:32 PM UTC
DARK DAYS
If Only,
I could mute the tick of the clock
And give it's hands a moment of respite
I will go gaga in the joy of doing so
If only,
the craft can take me back
Back to the dark days
when skins compliments care
I will surely pay my
driver a million dollar
If only,
Those days could be my messenger
I will give it a job to
peep into its successors
A microscope I will get for it
Because I know
Tears of agony will run down it's cheeks
That it's tomorrow has made us fail it
If only,
The sun could standstill
And tomorrow refuse to come
We will be glad to be young forever
Surely,
they have gone into obscurity
Days that comes with joy
Have in your amorphous minds
That the souls in your tomorrow has failed you
But yet
They Awaits your return
In the second phase
By
LAWSON A MICHAEL
©2018
TheRadicalThespian
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