The clock is ticking,
time is thinning.
I'm withered to a few loose threads,
on the verge of snapping,
threadbare.
It's not fair
that nothing gold can stay
summer fades,
you move away,
youthful days,
and these threads that are frayed
can never be put back together.
Time is brutal, everyone dreads her,
you can run but you can't hide.
The clocking is ticking...

you're not my love

I wish for you too much

it's the wrong thing

real love will be present
and true

I'm always wishful and distant
with you

you're never around

I've been
dizzy in a cursed spell

I couldn't see anyone but you

sitting at the bottom of the wishing well

I was hoping you'd come by today

or tomorrow

or next week

maybe never

I'm drowning in my wishes

all for you

do you not wish me for me even a little

not even when you blow on a candle

or those pretty little flowers

do you not sleep wishful

like I do

staring at the clock

11:11

staring right back at me

Far apart but the closest by
Take you everywhere with me.
On my mind you’ll  forever be
In my dreams we’ll meet.



Shell ✨🐚

Some people
plant seeds in your heart
and grow only the purest of things
while others
seek to cut them down
and salt the earth of your soul.

Life is an ocean
Each person a wave
that journeys across seas
to the shores final grave

Some waves be gentile
Come others by storm
All come to crashing
to be justly reborn