I did not know you spoke french.
Time
My thoughts are going astray. No one can comprehend my demeanor. I chase what’s not mine and breakaway from one that longs for me. Is this irony? Or just poor fate?
For neither of them are aware of intensity of my love. They push me further to the shore.
And the sadness is to deep for me to explain and I continue to ravel in my thoughts. I am forever entangled in my emotions I fail to realize that time is running…






