'It's never too late', they say
But I don't agree because, you see
We take our time
We wait and wait
...
The sun creeps in
The room to find us
But we are hidden
In the darkness
...
It pulls at the corners of your smile
It makes your laughter out of tune
It makes your face so white and wan
And ghostly like the moon
...
Hiding in the shadows, hidden in the dark
Lurking, watching, waiting
Plotting, planning, anticipating
Circling like hungry, savage sharks
...
Ever since she was young, she loved words. Books nourished her. She read books like a starving man would eat. She still loves words, and arranges them and re-arranges them like building blocks and is hoping one day, to build something beautiful.)
Time Is Not A Friend Of Mine
'It's never too late', they say
But I don't agree because, you see
We take our time
We wait and wait
We don't realise
Until too late
That every day
That passes by
Is a day lost
For you and I
And all my plans, all my reasons
Fell like leaves
In the Autumn season
All my words and all your trust
Turned to ashes
Turned to dust
All that is left is
This broken bridge
Stretched across
A river of silence
Time is not a friend of mine
It did not stop
It did not wait
For me to speak
And tell you, the truth
I left it all too late