Read by Shawna Butler.
Time, time,
Passes by.
Trying to make this poem rhyme,
Same old empty, boring life.
Another simple, starry night:
Crying, laughing, being kind.
I am tired of faking smiles.
Time, time
Passes by.
Tapping dance shoes
In the night,
Still living the empty, boring life.
There are no details,
Nothing of the sort.
Just a girl,
That same old dork.
Time, time,
Passes by.
Trying to make this poem rhyme,
Same old empty boring life.