No Time
My heart is singing
[But] Not of happiness
It’s just crying
From all the emptiness
The one I said I hated the most
Is gone, it’s a shame how we haven’t spoke
Doesn’t he know he’s what made my blood?
If I see him again I'm afraid I'll choke
He’ll think i don’t want to compromise
My eyes are feeling like a flood
My heart is singing
A song I can’t hear
I'd rather not know it’s [tune] or beat
But my mind plays with me and lets me hear
Now I see there’s no time left to say “I love you” or better yet “I'm sorry”
-Mayra Cerda
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