
time will tell
but seconds dont speak to me
they only mimic the facial expressions you left on my inner eye
minutes, mere reflections of little sensations persuading my mind to allow a hearts free reign, killing sanity
with every beat
hours, weak and predictable assumptions of nothing beautiful at all, false hopes and bitter tears
days, formerly fertile sisters of nights, now lay sleeplessly in swamps of devastating devotion
months, years....? who´s able to pay attention to evolving happiness,
when time, created to measure life´s treasure -love -
refuses to announce what´s needed for my soul,
it wont say anythang....
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