TIME'S LOSS

It is said by the wise that you will never appreciate that which you hold, until you do not hold it anymore.

On this day, I think that is correct.

I had something, and not until it was gone did I understand what it was truly worth to me. By then it was too late. Time had passed and she was gone, lost in whatever she found. I sit alone, even when I am not.

I have others around me, others who care, but none of them could ever compare. No one can do as much as she did for me, No one can see me the way she could see. But our time together was hardly at all, not much was spent until our downfall. We were both in bad times, caught in our crimes, and forced to pay the final price. But why did she have to suffer more...what exactly did she die for? And now it only hurts to think about her, and whenever i vision her smile, all I can do is cry, inside, wondering why she was obliged to die.

If only the moments we shared were longer, maybe i could get through this a little stonger, And i wonder if the time we spent was worthwhile, when all i can picture now is her smile. A friend is a friend, but she was much more, when i was in need for me she'd do anything for. But now she's all gone, and gone far away, and i'm left with nothing, no words i can say. Our life together will remain unfulfilled, and i want to be led to that same place and killed.

So, remember to value the time that you have, or you too, will be paying the cost. You pay for all the things you do in this life, pay with pain and with loss. I have paid, and yet I have lost.

I never did understand the difference between young and old, not until today. Today, I leave that which was foolish and young, naive and inexperienced, and enter that which is wise, powerful, and full of knowledge.

Being young is not an easy thing, and you only get one chance at it. I guess I blew my chance, and now there is nothing left, nothing left to salvage. All there is, is loss, feelings of despair, and unfulfilled dreams. I have dreamt silvery dreams, where I walk on beaches and into blazing fires, and all was to be true, if time had come to pass. I thought. Time has passed. The era of youthful dreams has passed me, and none of my dreams have become reality.

I missed out, and that is a thorn in my mind, almost as great as that of my queen, who twists a blade inside my heart, as she left me in a world torn apart.

Time has come to pass, and I never even saw it.