Its never right,
Never okay,
Your either not ready,
Or I'm in your way,
I messed up,
Nothings ever your fault,
Seems like I'm always to blame,
And you'll never take the fall,
Days pass,
Months,
Even years,
But no matter how much time passes,
I'm still reminded of how your not here,
When will it be my time?
Our time?
And us time?
Seems like time is never conivent,
So there will never be a love time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
deep ink.like the flow and concept.keep inking.