Sep 2017
Time,
We never seem to have enough
So we gaze upon the forbidden skies, lost, confused
Unaware we are desperately clinging onto silence
Waiting, for when time meets its tragic demise
We never seem to have enough
So we gaze upon the forbidden skies, lost, confused
Unaware we are desperately clinging onto silence
Waiting, for when time meets its tragic demise
So I don't have a title for this poem yet and open to suggestions
