Tortured time traveling;
the mind unraveling.
Hands which cannot hold hers to console.
They forever move forward
spending time we cannot afford.
Alone, he will find, he's a man out of time.
Day dreaming of things he'll never see,
imagining ways he'll never grow to be.
No future he'd prefer
than to find himself with her,
but he instead lives life loving how they once were.
Aug 9, 2017
Aug 9, 2017 at 11:49 AM UTC
Tortured time traveling;
the mind unraveling.
Hands which cannot hold hers to console.
They forever move forward
spending time we cannot afford.
Alone, he will find, he's a man out of time.
Day dreaming of things he'll never see,
imagining ways he'll never grow to be.
No future he'd prefer
than to find himself with her,
but he instead lives life loving how they once were.
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