As life progresses slowly,
over seas of time and molding.
Life loses its progression,
and life slows to a halt.
For life is not in unison,
with the rotation and balance of life.
once together now apart.
Apart of you was a work of art.
Perfect in each direction, and corner.
Not the same as before,
Not the same when they walked out that door.
IT will never be further more.
Once you cared,
Once you stared,
But you never dared,
to make a move.
You were content.
To do nothing but release the sent,
of those who don't speak true
but instead they just refuse.
