Time

It is measured by the swinging of a pendulum, the ticking of a clock, by falling grains of sand, or the cycle of the Moon and Sun. Time passes, regardless.

It makes us older, supposedly making us wiser too, and if you listen to popular convention or the words of memes, it is also meant to heal all wounds.

The latter is a lie.

If it were true, then my heart would have gotten over you by now, instead of everytime I see you feeling nothing but regret at letting you go.

My love for you is just like time, for it continues to happen no matter how much I may wish for it to stop.

Copyright: authorchrisbrown

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