Wounded Heart

I feel I need to learn again,

The art of keeping time.

I feel there are many things to learn,

Like letting go what's mine.

Cultivating the seeds of time,

And altering the present.

I know it's difficult to change the time,

My tears flow for sincere repent.

Time is never still,

You and I are temporary,

I know what it feels to go against one's will,

It's not your fault please don't feel sorry.

All I say myself is to accept the fact that we cannot be together,

We are now broken clocks,

That cannot be mended.

We are broken pieces of time,

There lies no chance for us,

We are broken hearts,

There is nothing which can heal us.