Time will tell if you are there. Time will tell if you are scared. Through mortal eyes, time is of the essence. Tired eyes and tired hearts roam through realms unseen. Flesh and bone I have. But one day, it will fade.
Are you to remain a memory? A ghost that has been sent to haunt me? A ghost that stalks me in my dreams? Am I to miss you forever? Or watch as you come into being? I stood at the other side of the bridge. Yet, you did not come. It left me with the question "Oh what have I done?" acceptance is quite the feat. If time tears us asunder. There is one thing I must request, please remember me. Please think of me when the clock makes the final stroke.
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Jillian A. Weiss
I'm 24 years old looking to put myself out there as a writer and make my voice heard. I write poetry and fiction. I may branch out into other genres too. If you like my work please leave a tip!
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By Jillian A. Weiss6 years ago in Poets
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