time.

(the first words to come out are always the hardest.
yet i am always mysified
by the fact that emotional control
can always be indefinite.)

ever tried asking god for food?
a pity this life lies in the arms of unchanging.
i would love to hate and be stoic
seeing forever untruth
and feed endless anger
it seethes and seers through and through
like dense nimbus clouds procreating
and devouring
the blue sky

how i wish that i could taste her once more,
and be left charmed by her scent forever

let me waste this time
and i know and i think
she was mine

let me waste this time.