Time is immortal, and some say wasted,
Yet those who turn the tide in their favor,
Are always assumed to be cheaters, or ****.
It never happens when those who are free,
Turn on one another in betrayal.
I'm poetry and writing, feelings are told,
Whether in love, hate, or some other emotion.
It doesn't matter, it is the apparent grammar that people look for.
Not the emotion, the expression, the grammar.
Eternity is not time, not a state of mind,
It is the only thing that love is,
Older than the world itself, and as strong.
Hate burrys those who can't see,
Love makes those who can dream,
Eternal.
