Never walk away, Till you’ve left a mark, Then I would know You existed. Time flies more Than memories can stay. You wouldn’t care
By Rafia Umar5 years ago in Poets
People say I write too many stories, but those stories don't match our lives/memories They say I speak too much, but you think I’m only making melodies
As slowly as the second hand of a clock moves across numbers, It moves across the minute hand when it’s time, Time changes and change takes time,