Time
So sweet and sublime,
Your love should be a crime,
And I a fugitive of the law,
To be held captive and put in awe,
Running from life as I know it,
It's like trying to climb out of a pit,
Trying to find my center, peace, serinity,
Only to be dragged back and forced to see the entity,
That is me, Me who is a disease,
Devouring all in its path,
Living with the wrath,
Of me, Of mine,
Trying to escape, running through the sands of time,
Only to be led back, with no crime, no laws, no peace,
Yet I know all I need to do is find a crease,
In time,
My beautiful, wonderful, crime.
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