Once upon a time
I lived a story of fantasy and might
When time was slow, and hope was high.
But Time, Oh Time, why do you desire my doom, my sadness, my fall?
You blew all of my happiness and tranquilness in a swift motion, cruelly so.
So I ask, if this was universe’s will, why is it, so painfully crude?,
As if, it needed my attention.
Well i have noticed you, as you took love away from me, and though I am bound to follow his path, the days I have left are still too abundant.
I wanted more days for him, and I wanted more days for me as well, but now I want nothing. As I feel the sad reality i’m involved in.
His letter, His words, still rest deeply in my heart. And until this day, he is not dead, as death comes with oblivion, and i still remember him. But soon he will be , soon all of us, who loved him, will die, and with us his memory.
I loved him, love him. I will always love him.
And Time, my friend, I wouldn’t change a thing.
Hazel Grace Lancaster