Looking down
Would the world see me through its time if I burst into a million brilliant red piecesWould my pieces become important or would I be lost and forlorn much like the clouds aboveWould the world notice if I was no longer apart of it Do the days still go, does time continues as it always hasMy soul has grown weak have I lost youThe doors are closing around me and even though I can scarcely breathe the days seem to still go and vanish without a traceTime continues as it always must with a value that I never realizedI wish that time would reverse itself oh the things that could change how my days might be differentA sign of love could have changed a sun rise a smile could have made a sunsetBut time is what it is now the unnoticable day the week that passed me by the times I know I should have criedThe days I wish to have so many days are gone Written August 4th, 2001 © on Aug 03 2001 06:48 PM PST, Kelli Miller 0 • 8
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"Would the world see me through its time if I burst into a million brilliant red piecesWould my pieces become important or would I be lost and forlorn much like the clouds aboveWould the world notice if I was no longer apart of it Do the days still go, does time continues as it always hasMy soul has grown weak have I lost youThe doors are closing around me and even though I can scarcely breathe the days seem to still go and vanish without a traceTime continues as it always must with a value that I never realizedI wish that time would reverse itself oh the things that could change how my days might be differentA sign of love could have changed a sun rise a smile could have made a sunsetBut time is what it is now the unnoticable day the week that passed me by the times I know I should have criedThe days I wish to have so many days are gone..."