Friday, October 11, 2013

Wasted

Time.
Ticking on the clock.
When you're here it seems to stop.
No more wasted seconds.
No more minutes flying off.
No more countless hours,
Waiting for my life to begin,
If you know I'll let you in.
I'd wish I could spend my past with you.
But I'm unable to go back in time...
So how about a promise for the future?

The good and the bad, combined, it all,
The past and the future,
Life is about balance.






















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