I need something more
Than a simple reassurance
Saying I will be okay
When everything is dying
"Your life is in full bloom"
But isn't that when the flower begins to fade?
I'm just dragging my feet
Through the freezing cold
Blood mixed in the snow white
Who knew that beauty and pain go hand in hand?
The words are becoming less meaningful
I think that is how it is supposed to be
I suppose I have just been naïve
Wishing someone would tell me what was happening
Then looking back at my ignorance
Blissful, wasn't it?
Heavy sighs escape my frost bitten lips
My angst seems so forsaken
The grains of sand drop
Through my personal hourglass
Time is at my heals
Aging me, molding me, shaping me
I hate the clock
For me it seems irrelevant
But we are designed around it
Or is it that we have attached ourselves so willingly
To this misrepresentation
It seems that someday soon my sands of time
Will run out