Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Time Tells

An absence that causes pain.
What have I done,
to deserve this mess?
Two qualities, of which I contain.
Though they mean nothing,
when chance is not given.
In a years time,
I've tasted no lips.
In a years time,
I've become, forgotten.
My life;
stagnate, as the air I breathe.
nowhere to be had.
But I shall move forward.
For time,
a thing I have plenty of,
is the only teller of all.

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