(Fresh off the press! I just finished this a few minutes ago! Please comment with critism and tell me what you think!
It's not as long as long as my usual poems are, but I think I'm happy with the result nonetheless.)
It's not as long as long as my usual poems are, but I think I'm happy with the result nonetheless.)
If time indeed does fly,
As so many swear it can,
Then, my friend, please do try,
To tell me when it’s flight began.
Exactly where does time go,
And how long does it stay?
I suppose it doesn’t matter though,
Because time is every day.
I don’t understand your thoery,
On how exactly time flies,
But when time comes for takeoff,
I’m getting weary of goodbyes.
I would just like to spare a moment,
Or maybe two with you.
But the time is stolen from us,
And the minutes seem so few.
Maybe one day we can travel with time,
And soar with the stars.
It doesn’t matter to me,
As long as the moments are ours.
As so many swear it can,
Then, my friend, please do try,
To tell me when it’s flight began.
Exactly where does time go,
And how long does it stay?
I suppose it doesn’t matter though,
Because time is every day.
I don’t understand your thoery,
On how exactly time flies,
But when time comes for takeoff,
I’m getting weary of goodbyes.
I would just like to spare a moment,
Or maybe two with you.
But the time is stolen from us,
And the minutes seem so few.
Maybe one day we can travel with time,
And soar with the stars.
It doesn’t matter to me,
As long as the moments are ours.
