Time
So this is the first poem that I took the time (hah! ironic!) to bother writing down. Its the first poem in my poetry journal that I started when I was 16. It is in free verse, like many of my other poems, because I have often found that rhyme constircts my thought process; instead, I add structure and meanig to my poetry by color, the way I frame each stanza/ organize words (often adding to the symbolic meaning), rhythm, etc. Anywho I'll get right to it then, hope you enjoy-
T
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E
it slips through my hands like falling rain
like a snowfalke on my tongue it melts away
The end of a sentence
The end of a dream
The end of a beautiful day
They make the tears start F
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G
Will you stop the clock?
Will you stop my tears from falling?
Don't let these moments
d i s a p p e a r
make one day last for
one hundred years
Don't let these moments
pass us by
like a whisper fades,
like the grass withers and dies.
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