Wasted Time

Fires on the moon

Brighter than all the stars.

Fret the world and its fights,

For there are no good hearts.

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There’s no telling though

Once the soul meets the eye.

People will long for others

And they’ll say, “you are mine.”

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Life is like running water, yet

Beating hearts are like water and oil.

Once broken, nothing can solder.

The water will leave you like dried up soil.

-By Aiden Hatch