Everything moves on eternally...


Monday Time

Everything moves on eternally,
Or until everything's forgotten;
I feel memories inside of me,
Feelings of love and rotten.

Monday time, oh Monday time,
Quietly comes and goes;
Into the night leaves past prime,
Where to? - Nobody knows.

Endlessly pouring down the rain,
Clouds that are dark and lonely;
Silences dwell much with my pain,
My heart was meant for you only.

Is there no end to sorrows inside?
Can't I forget to trust each desire?
Just like the clouds, yes I have cried
When love extinguished its fire.

Monday time, oh Monday time,
Quietly comes and goes;
Into the night leaves past prime,
Where to? - Nobody knows

Everything moves, there's no return,
Only what is left of memories;
Up in flames in the end it'll burn,
Wishes of desires nobody sees.

Is there no end to sorrows inside?
Can't I forget to trust each desire?
Just like the clouds, yes I have cried
When love extinguished its fire.




Poetry by Peter S. Quinn
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Written on 2018-05-15 at 01:25

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Mondays are like that. Nice rhymes.
2018-05-15