Time runs so slowly,
in the corner,
where I sleep.
Thought I’d be happy,
being a loner,
but I weep.
I want you badly,
to hold me safely,
in your arms.
But time runs slowly,
yes, so slowly,
and no one comes.
Being a loner,
is not easy,
who would’ve thought?
I must give in,
to all my longings,
and everything you’ve got.
So, that you’ll take me,
yes, take me,
away from this spot.
Where time runs slowly,
so slowly,
and no one ever comes.
Want to stop dreamin’,
and start livin’,
start livin’ and discover the world,
’cause I have heard… –
It’s supposed,
to be,
a lot!
PROSPERMIND 
I can relate to this… Lovely poem! Well done!
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Thank you so much! It’s nice to know that sometimes the things you write and come from your heart can reach another person..
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Absolutely. I know what you mean. That’s part of why writing can be so powerful… for both the writer and reader!
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