the hands of the clock never stop running
time is irrelevant, unimportant
though it is never plentiful enough
essence is slipping
individualism has become a mass of confusion
but somewhere above the ever running hands
in the midst of the loss of orientation
two pure souls collide
they meld, and become one
a promise of forever
so seemingly perfect
only to be torn apart by the hands of time
but these two halves of the same whole
they are never as they were
pieces are given to those cherished
and that small portion is never to return
those original segments, and their keepers
are never as they once were
not until those souls unite once again
however, even in this circumstance
the hands of time cannot be reversed




[wrote that a while ago. figured I'd see what you guys thought of it.]

nice piece...welcome...

deeply thought provoking,welcome

Welcome
Tick toc I like it

I thought it was deep and meaningful.

Very nice Anna x