Time Tells All; - Poem by kristin kalesse
Another day I live and breathe.
Another twenty-four hours of non-belief.
More time for YOU to see.
That me and you were never meant to be.
A few more minutes is all that I need.
Or maybe an hour, until I start to bleed.
Only time will tell, once I've slit my skin.
On whether you'll be back for good, or were playing games again.
Time seems to be lately; just counting down.
Counting the seconds until I pass out on the ground.
These last two seconds being the most precious are almost gone.
I won't waste more of your time though, you know were wrong.
- - there's always some madness in love.
- - And there's always some reasoning in madness.
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