Note to Self

Ey, ?qué nos pasa? Hace como seis meses que no escribimos aquí. !Eso no puede ser posible! (Disculpen los signos de interrogación y admiración al revés, pero no me sé los códigos)
Aquí están dos que escribí:!Comenten si así lo desean!

Note to Self
Times are yet to come
But cheers to what we have gone through
We have built up our strength
And if I had the answer to it all
We’d be long gone
How am I supposed to know what you feel
If I don’t know what you’re thinking
Things have certainly changed
We’ve become strangers
So far away
We have endured hard times
And it seems we won’t survive this time
We are far from the perpetual end
But so close to the mortal start
We just stand here tonight
Underneath the bright moon
And shining stars
Taking our last breath
Before the kiss of death

Time
Don’t leave yet– she said
I can’t stay in this place much longer – he started thinking
It’s slowly rotting away
One day we slowly start to fade
Time, it only ticks us away
What is time really?
Is it what we hear in the dead of night?
What we hear when we are trying to sleep?
A steady sound, that seems to go on forever
How do we even know exactly what it is?
How did they know enough to name it?
Why can’t I leave?
I guess the time is not right
Independently from what you want to do
What you have to do and don’t do
It’s always too soon, but at the same time too late
See, there it is again, time!
Be quiet! She raised her watch to his ear
There it was again
The deadly and steady tick, tick, tick…
He calmed down and gazed up to the moon on the horizon
He looked back down at her
They held hands
He let go and said “timing is never right”