Raw, raw, raw
What am I? Raw
A fountain of untamed emotion
Held inside like wind in a bottle
What a I? I am a disappointment,
but aren’t we all?
I’m not quite sure why
I lie here and I cry
as I consider the time,
or the lack of it
We all lose time, it slips
out of our hands like grains of sand
So why do I lie here and cry
over it, over my dwindling time
with you, which has now been cut short
by doubts and suspicions?
Because I am human,
a victim of time and lies and emotion
And because you are, too.