I Write Poetry

When time becomes a place,
then all will be clear,
When then and there,
becomes now and here,
Bits of broken heart,
left scattered in the wind,
When bleeding wounds become,
just scars upon your skin,
When the last lonely sunset,
is painted in the sky,
When the last pained emotion,
is cried from your eye,
When the hopelessness does fade,
there is but one guarantee,
You'll one day meet someone who is everything,
that all the rest pretended to be.