Written Confessions

By @bm_conner

Written Confessions

By @bm_conner

Collection of poems

Chapter 4

Time

For some, time is a giver.

For some, it is a thief.

For others, it is a healer.

Time, for me, is all three.

For every thing it gives,

It has to take something away.

Time must steal a memory,

In order to grant another day.

Yet, in this very exchange,

The healing can be seen.

Time doesn’t just take the good,

It takes the painful and in-betweens:

The sound of your voice.

The color of your eyes.

The taste of your lips.

Our love and your lies.

b.c.

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