Out Of Time

I wish I had the time to tell you everything and
To let you comfort me, tell me that you're there,
But I've only got two minutes and I haven't got
The words I need, the things to say.

Of course you'd understand if I could only
Speak the things that rest behind closed lips,
But they are hidden and broken; they will not
Escape today, within this time I haven't got.

And yet I long so much to have someone
To whom I can tell the truth, everything;
I hope you don't mind that today will not
Be that day, not yet, not so soon.

The End

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