Time is a thief,
It stole you from me,
Leaving me with memories,
That I wish to relive,
So I could hear your voice again.
Tag: mourning
Mourn
On that day, I still mourn.
What happened, all of it screaming back to me,
And yet, you’ll never realise what you did,
You’ll just see it as any other date.
Mourning
I am mourning,
For who I was yesterday,
Who I never will be,
Who I am now,
I’ve wasted it all,
There is no second chance,
It’s gone.
Bohotea 