Time Is Passing By. Poem by brianna c...

the rays of sun stream down my face as i think about you.
but eventually it will rain.
the future is like a picture.
someone ahs to draw it out and there will always be a small mistake. with you i have no regrets.
and time and age are just numbers.
the clouds are passing by as i think about me.
im not the next mona lisa but i am me; a one of a kind and original. something yu love about me.
the grass is growing as i think about us.
and i think of rainbows and nail polish.
the ponies are purple in my dreams.