No time, love
there’s no time to waste,
the time’s almost gone.
I don’t want to but I have too,
I say goodbye it will be my last.
life’s too short to waste crying,
but the pain’s too great.
it’s time to go.
I never wanted it to be this way,
but it has to be.
the suffering will end.
sleep now love,
it’s over now
Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.
Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.
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