Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Mar 2014
Nothing feels quite as bad
As knowing you lost time
Precious time
You're wasting it
Pretty soon, we'll get on with our lives
And eventually lose contact
I'll have no way of ever seeing you again
Nor will I get the chance to talk to you
I won't know where you live or what your name is
You're wasting time
By continuing with the lies
Come clean
Please
Don't miss out on something
That has the potential to be breathtakingly beautiful
No matter where it is we are led to
No matter where destiny takes us
Let's take the journey in honor of honesty
In honor of the truth
It's time to be ourselves
Success is more likely that way
© Willa 2014
Written by
Emily  Austin
(Austin)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems