Lament
They say to me, “Time means nothing at all
“It’s what you do with it that matters”
But sand through the glass takes an age to fall
I dwell on silence that nothing shatters
Where the desire did burn and ache and tug
This time hurt festers into something sour
But the emptiness that I gouged and dug
Means little when I change with each hour
The notes and beats which were once so soothing
May now sound to me so mocking and vile
But time says they will again be moving
One day I will remember us and smile
Though I’ll look back fondly on love and lust
For now your mix-tapes sit and gather dust
It's a sonnet. So what?
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