Jasmine Moreth

(3/11/94 / westerville, ohio)

Time After Time


Time after time my heart cries
time after time my heart heals
awaiting for the right one to emcumber
awaiting for the right one it appeals
Many days of being okay alone
scared and afraid
many days of anger, hatred and in raid
Years wondering, hidded behind a mask
but noticed that we did have a past, and we would soon last
You saved me from me and all others above
when i thought it was too late, you held my hand in love
when all hope was gone, you loved me like no other
and when i thought i done, you said we have eachother
Happy endings time after time
but this time
is my time

Submitted: Monday, May 06, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, May 07, 2013

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