And that someone never comes,
Would it mean that someone doesn’t care?
Would it mean that someone doesn’t love you anymore?
Perhaps,
That someone is trapped in alternate time…
Night and day,
Hours go astray,
Perhaps there is nothing to say,
Or maybe there is too much to say,
Precious love would graciously stay,
White, red, blue or gray…
Perhaps time could be stopped,
With an arrow flying in a strop,
And the ticking hands shall cease counting,
Until love comes a calling…
But perhaps love is already dead…
Copyright – Ali Sobree @ AisKOOL 2011
Just Killing Time by ReflectionOf.Me
