Time is a Thief

a poem

Photo by Daiga Ellaby on Unsplash

Time is the thief of things unsaid

Standing here I sit breathless

Words singing in my head

Preferring silence instead

And now you’ve just gone away

Oh I should’ve been more smooth

Yeah I could’ve held back

You up there with your smile and groove

You know just how to make me move

I feel like I’ve got something to say

Now I’ve gone and said that, such a fool

Beat the thief at his own game

And I stand in my own pool

of shame

Can’t be cool

The pain is more than I can just push away

So now I’m alone and time’s still at it

Slipping and fading away

And I think this time I’ve had it

This time it’s awful sad and

I wish and dream of starting over that day

Just to hear you say

Don’t worry, it will be okay.