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time is precious

Contributed by Hannah_Heaven on Saturday, 3rd July 2004 @ 03:41:23 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



time is pain
time is what you want me to be
but when you sit down and realise
what time really is
its a death clock
counting your seconds away
a billion last breaths before you realise your ready to die
and even then your doubting to meet the grimmy
but under the surface
you want to walk another path
and every step your dreading the time line
the track you've paced
your becoming more like the real you
and your hating it every moment
because everything you wanted to be
has fell down and is left destructed
horrible and grim like the last breath before death,like my life
im waiting for ever
and the more i wait
the more i dread
the clock has ticked its last second
and ive wasted it
waiting for this moment
and ive forgotton why...
time is precious
dont ruin it by waiting
or you will only be waiting longer in shadows






Copyright © Hannah_Heaven ... [ 2004-07-03 15:41:23]
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Re: time is precious (User Rating: 1 )
by xxbreathlessx on Saturday, 3rd July 2004 @ 03:48:52 PM AEST
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wow great poem, i understand what your trying to say and you did a great job saying it =)


Re: time is precious (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Saturday, 3rd July 2004 @ 03:51:10 PM AEST
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I agree that the thought of time wasted is frustrating

PFR


Re: time is precious (User Rating: 1 )
by pixie on Sunday, 4th July 2004 @ 06:44:44 AM AEST
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wow, great poem,......powerful

pixie xx




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