If I could stop your hands
from running
And turn back all your sands
that has left
I would.
Cause I must be crazy.
I'm in love with something
unreachable.
I envy those people
long been banished into oblivion.
I've always craved for that time
I wasn't even alive.
I was born into the wrong generation.



Leigh Herondale  *August 2015