Why is it always so late?
The hours disappear,
they leave me sitting here
at 11:39
Wondering
where
did
the
day
go
?
Why is it always so late?
The hours disappear,
they leave me sitting here
at 11:39
Wondering
where
did
the
day
go
?
What can I say? You are a person of many words. I’m almost jealous. I like poems, but it seems I always get the perfect first sentence and the rest is just a let down. Well? Keep writing, because in this life the good work of good people is remembered forever!
I know the feeling…