RETURN

It is sometimes hard to give away what is most important to you in your life, as if, it concerned you little. You may pretend that it is simply a matter too trivial to you, but the ocean of emotions raging inside you, against your decision to give away. You fight hard. Battle them with perseverance, taming them with logic and rationality, which you seem right for you at that moment. Not realizing that the pain of losing it will come like a searing heat, causing blisters over your soul, longing for its return.
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It was a shoganai;
It was a tie-
between life and its passing time;
There is nothing that we can change
delusional are the ravages of time

keeping everything for myself would be selfish;
a wrong move that works on my caprice;
For time, I seem too outlandish;
snuffing bread, and chocolaty air, I demand you return;
Because I miss your presence, ish.

It was my shoganai;
I demand it be aligned;
But it doesn't, for it likes it that way- time;
Being ruthless like my ex-starcrossed lover beaming of revenge;
it cannot be changed, cannot be returned, yet I'm not fine.

strands begin to grey, the skin begins to wrinkle;
yet you look dynamic, young and glowing without a freckle;
though your character so mercurial and fickle;
I count your age, I see you are older than I thought
older than this universe, yet, on your face, not a crinckle.

Let us enter into an agreement;
Give me my lost time that went;
Do it, by being a good gent;
I know you would because you like me;
I promise to spend some of that time with you

I want it to be returned;
Marry me, minutes would be the money that I earn
Whenever I please, roll back like a spinning urn;
Take me as your wife; Dear time,
So I can demand you stay or move when and where I yearn