Time
By Britty
My past Is just a memory Steadily being forgotten Over time it will be lost No urge to be found My present Stands still It hurts my heart to feel Not knowing which way to turn I'm lost with the memory of the past My future Is alone Waiting for me to come I can't go forward with this pain I want to kill This hole inside only one can fill Written March 16th, 2002 © on Mar 16 2002 11:54 AM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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