fortythree

fortythree

A Chapter by ((Teenage_Poet_Loser))

Time stands still

The water dripping down the ceiling

Time moves slowly to stand still

Is there any greater meaning?

Or are we mere men

Searching for nothing

Love is a myth told by giants

Who wants nothing

Time is the essence of us all

The seconds are ticking by

When we fall down

To a single piece of dust



© 2011 ((Teenage_Poet_Loser))


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Love these parts:
"Time stands still
The water dripping down the ceiling
Time moves slowly to stand still"

"The seconds are ticking by
When we fall down
To a single piece of dust"

Posted 12 Years Ago



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