Victims of the timeA Poem by Amanda MoubarakLife passes by so fast. It's a fact but yet it's hard to believe. We think we have all the time in the world until one day we find ourselves running out of time.
We used to be best friends
Now we barely speak Said we won't let our love end Now we never even meet We never say anything, thinking it's all just fine We never take the blame, always blaming the time Waiting for the right moment To tell someone how we feel Take everyone for granted Thinking tomorrow will make it heal We keep couting the hours To reach our dreams one day But the time is not ours And the dreams are fading away Broken hearts, knives in backs The moment that goes by can never be brought back Life is the scene of a crime Where we are the victims of the time. © 2017 Amanda MoubarakAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorAmanda MoubarakBekaatet kenaan, Keserwen, LebanonAboutWhen I can't speak, I write :) I wrote an ebook (poems and writings) : Writings of a broken soul. I wrote rap songs alone and with a group (the mob production). Facebook Page : Writings and Poetry .. more..Writing
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