Monday, September 9, 2019

What is time

Time seems to go by slowly each day,
But it picks up pace in everywhere,
Months, days and hours become years,
Fast time for fun and slow fears ,

Moments that hurt stay with me,
Happiness was but sometimes wasn’t what it was supposed to be, 
I try to be strong despite the pain,
Living it out in the rain,

Sometimes your home should be your happy place,
Home can bring smiling and sad faces ,
I remember what was there inside, 
Myself whether I smile or hide. 

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