If time is what she needs, let her take her time, but keep her fingers far from mine. Try an altered speed, all armed with bitter will, but time is all she has to kill. I realize its late to realize a mistake halfway through the wedding cake, but theres nothing to debate, it was something close to love, it just wasnt close enough. Time is what she needs, cause unlike wine and beer, itll fade what now seems near. So try an altered speed, I know it takes a while, but every timeline hides a smile. She sat by the side of the road with her lips twitching and a heavy load, a sunrise over the library slope, its early, too early to abandon hope that its something more than that, its more than just a supplement to sunshine Those lips in an upwards curl might just be a certain sign. And time is what she needs…
Read Time:47 Second