Tick, tick,tock

The sands of our hourglass is dripping

See that day that have flew the decade ago? No? Well here she comes again

She roams around in the time of my head, she has the most brighten smiles that shines, even gloomy rain brain, this time gazer must watch her again, for my sight sees her pass by slow, while this single beating heart multiplies like rabbits,

aaaaaaa

There it goes, see that, no?

Look at her while the breeze brushes her hair, don't even dare to stare at  her deep blue eyes, for witch soon it will lead to your cry to hold her, she gave you her arms when you first took breath,

you still don't know her? OOO boy think hard, when you are young you might remember now that your sand has dripped its last pebble you regret not enjoy it.

Author's Note

I know it sounds a bit weird but i was thinking about how people always have a regret when they become older. so this is a small poem for those who wanted to do something and could not do it

Reviews

[Leigh]

This is very well written, thought provoking and carries a lot of truths in it,

[Sarah Redigan]

nice write