The Hours That Bleed
As time flies on with whispered grace,
It pulls me farther from your face.
The days stretch long, yet slip away,
Leaving only the ache to stay.
Each tick, each tock, a silent tear,
A love unspoken, lost to fear.
I watched you go, but couldn’t chase,
Now time’s the only thing I embrace.
Your laughter echoes, faint and low,
A distant dream I used to know.
The hands of time don’t heal, they steal,
Turning wounds to scars that never heal.
I loved you then, I love you still,
But time’s a force that won’t stand still.
It drags me on, yet leaves me here,
Alone with all I couldn’t share.
As time flies on, it takes my hope,
Leaves me with memories, a fraying rope.
A heart that beats, but feels no thrill,
A love that’s lost, yet lingers still.
© Mr JASPER
It pulls me farther from your face.
The days stretch long, yet slip away,
Leaving only the ache to stay.
Each tick, each tock, a silent tear,
A love unspoken, lost to fear.
I watched you go, but couldn’t chase,
Now time’s the only thing I embrace.
Your laughter echoes, faint and low,
A distant dream I used to know.
The hands of time don’t heal, they steal,
Turning wounds to scars that never heal.
I loved you then, I love you still,
But time’s a force that won’t stand still.
It drags me on, yet leaves me here,
Alone with all I couldn’t share.
As time flies on, it takes my hope,
Leaves me with memories, a fraying rope.
A heart that beats, but feels no thrill,
A love that’s lost, yet lingers still.
© Mr JASPER