Some unknowingly is wasting you,
Some keenly treasures you.
But to me you are my nemesis, my enemy,
If I am waiting you seem like forever,
When I am happy, did you stay? I can’t remember.
I try to keep you in my hands,
But you always slip like fine sand,
I try to hoard you for the future,
But you always get away, is that your nature?
How can I ever get more of you?
Shall I sacrifice this lifetime, so I can say more I love you?
Shall I lock myself in a dark cold chamber?
So that I will never know what time is it, I won’t wonder.
But you know what hurts the most,
It’s you leaving, I feel like dying, almost.
Knowing I can never get back to you again,
Whatever I do, time lost will never be regained.
So what I treasure now is the present, since it’s a gift,
For me to do the things to prevent me to just drift,
In this lifetime I want to leave a mark,
Especially to someone’s stone hard heart.
Jun 23, 2018
Jun 23, 2018 at 4:46 AM UTC
Some unknowingly is wasting you,
Some keenly treasures you.
But to me you are my nemesis, my enemy,
If I am waiting you seem like forever,
When I am happy, did you stay? I can’t remember.
I try to keep you in my hands,
But you always slip like fine sand,
I try to hoard you for the future,
But you always get away, is that your nature?
How can I ever get more of you?
Shall I sacrifice this lifetime, so I can say more I love you?
Shall I lock myself in a dark cold chamber?
So that I will never know what time is it, I won’t wonder.
But you know what hurts the most,
It’s you leaving, I feel like dying, almost.
Knowing I can never get back to you again,
Whatever I do, time lost will never be regained.
So what I treasure now is the present, since it’s a gift,
For me to do the things to prevent me to just drift,
In this lifetime I want to leave a mark,
Especially to someone’s stone hard heart.
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