Burdensome Time : Relationship Poetry

Time can be a burden or a joy

It can be a trial or a tribulation

Life can be a total burden to the coy

Or life can be a joyful celebration.

As you pass through life at will

A vacuum fills in behind you

The void left is impossible to fill

And it is impossible to return to.

Leaving promises that were made

And promises we fail to make

As the dreams do begin to fade

And then your heart does break.

Torn between the promises made

And the promises we did not make

Comes the meaning of the charade

And the ones that we do forsake.

The minutes that we have left

When wasted are a shameful crime

Could add up to hours of love bereft

And could mean a wasted lifetime.

You will always endure the pain

Looking to remember the times of joy

The times when your heart was sane

Like the times enjoyed with a toy. . . . .

                                    Nobody Special