Wasted Time
It rings, but I don't pick up ..
Saw you
For the first time
In a while today.
Your "girl" is cute
By the way..
Don't mind me
As I create space
That should've stayed there
In the first place.
Time will dictate
The words
I don't have them for you...
Through you,
I've learned
When the lights are high
Sins are low.
What are you going to do
When the time is up?
It'll ring,
Yet
I don't pick up...
Movin' on is your
Option left for me to choose
I accept moving on with my days.
Don't bother wasting
Your time ...
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The Vivid Dreamer
Awkward to love. Quick to give. My reality is within my words. Esteemed Queen saved me. My life is a bestseller.
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