Time
It flows still,
Violent as it passes,
Twisting and turning,
Blessing as it curses.
Violent as it passes,
Twisting and turning,
Blessing as it curses.
It passes through,
Second by second,
Minute by minute
Hour by hour.
Second by second,
Minute by minute
Hour by hour.
It causes pain,
And heals all wounds,
Grants happiness,
As it rips it away.
And heals all wounds,
Grants happiness,
As it rips it away.
It’s fickle,
In a loyal way,
As it remains,
Forever lost to me.
In a loyal way,
As it remains,
Forever lost to me.
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Gah so this is the first poem I've ever written and personally I think its crap and the only reason why I didn't rip it to shreds is because I had colored it in with highlights so I dubbed it the "colorful poem"