Wednesday, April 9, 2014

Worry

Time keeps going but now it feels stuck
The moment I worried and lost my luck
Staring at the clock and the minutes are ticking
Like letters on a typewriter, permanently sticking
What happened to my sweet love
Return to me with haste
So that I wait without my patience a disgrace 
If you are still here in body and with conscience
Give me a sign to get rid of this nuisance  

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