Literature
The Passing of Time
With every ticking second,
I yearn for your laugh.
With every clock striking,
I long for your touch.
With every season passing,
We get farther away.
With every morning dawning,
I mourn a passed day.
With every car ride ending,
I recollect our joys.
With every flower blooming,
I hear college call.
With my heart burning,
I ask for more time.
With my mind spinning,
I try hard to rewind.
With a heavy sighing,
I live for our moments.
Let them not fade away.