Time was sweeping me off my feet
I knew I was never going to touch you again
So I held a war against time
How to ask time to understand me, to slow down, because a whole day wasn't enough in your arms?
You only know the value of a moment when you know that it will die.
I am jealous of my memories
They still hold you, laugh with you, smell you, ride with you, tell you they love you, feel you looking at them
Time was never enough
And maybe it would have never been.



- LynnAA