Winds Of Time

A brokenheart poem.

 

Winds Of Time

 

Look away my friend

our time has come to an end.

 

You don't have to pretend anymore

with you I'm at my wit's end.

 

My heart in time will mend

but in the deep pits of hell

you heart will rot in the end.

 

Our flowered times of

rainbows and rain blends

but nothing can stop the winds

of change when they ascend.

 

Maybe time will mellow

 your bad memories.

perhaps we'll look back and

laugh at each

other in the end.

 

Who knows what the

 winds of time will bring.