I a tired of longterm love… Let me love by the minute.
Come to my hideout and gently play,
I need you now I need you today.
I no longer feel that love within me
All I have is passion so free.
Come on now and share a tryst
I would join you and I insist
I am constantly moving
Round and round
Constantly turning
with no sight or sound.
For I move on without crime
Guess folks!!! My name is Time.
By Anisha Achankunju (C) 13th November 2010
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