time won't heal the hurt i used to feel time won't heal the moments i had to steal time won't make me feel any better time won't let me nor should i let her time won't heal the pain i have false love declarations and no real salve who knew i'd find the person that i want and he/she'd be something i said i'd never haunt things and people and elbows into my eyes all those cold nights and white-hot lies i am going to release all of you to the glass watch as my friends all leave on hash time won't heal the self-inflicted hurt that winds itself around my neck in the shape of a quirt i bleed on the inside but smile on the outside as my hand reaches out and stops my slide while i slowly turn i see all those faces occupying in my mind many empty spaces time won't heal the hurt that i've caused time won't close up the angry fountain from which i draw time won't let my power away like a sieve time will finally allow me to live.
Reason for writing:
past relationships.
Birth sign: Aries
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