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too little time

Contributed by worldsenigma on Monday, 10th October 2005 @ 12:20:23 PM in AEST
Topic: oops



so as i stand idley by and watch these too embrace each other
i can't help but feel sick to my stomach
not that im trying to be selfish or express anger and anguish
against wat seems to be a princess
but more of a danzel in some messed up form of destress
which is more like tryin to empress
that person i want to be mine
as i feel the puke slowly make its way up my throat
i realize theres no time for these lies
i tell myself everyday
saying she will be mine
and this only takes time
well my time has gone and im still alone
make a move i think
but as i take the time to think these thoughts
the time for taking action passes
and shouts to me from a distance
better luck next time
and theres that word again
time
time can only tell
things take time
my time will come
well screw time
time is the only thing holding me back from taking action
see action and time go hand & hand
theres never enough time to take the actions u thought u would
and now im thinking to myself
man she could've been mine
as more time passes
i read over this passage
and realize
im letting this time control what i do
so i see these two embracing each other
and can't help but decide
his time is up
not that im trying to be selfish
but i love her
and my time has come.





Copyright © worldsenigma ... [ 2005-10-10 12:20:23]
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Re: too little time (User Rating: 1 )
by WAE on Monday, 10th October 2005 @ 02:27:28 PM AEST
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Hey there,
Look, I'd consider some more work on this piece... It needs flow...
Alex




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