Time Is A Fickle Friend.

Time is a fickle friend
one that lingers in the mirror
it waits, it waits,
to strike again.
Be it your eyes, your hair
or a face full of hate
times lies in silence and waits.

Time;
so full of expectation
full of evil glee
sometimes
time forgets to wait for me.

We stragglers trail after
out with the days
we hide behind laugher,
in beds and baths and books
if we hide for long enough
maybe time would forget to look.