Time

Time heals all

She whispers into my  hair 

Spinning her words as masterly 

As a worm spins it’s silk

Honeyed Words to soothe me to sleep

I know she’s lying 

Time heals ... 

Bruises perhaps cuts 

But not dead things 

Time cannot breathe life 

Time won’t bring you back to me 

 

-EEO

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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