Pageturner

tick, tick, i'm torn

seconds turn to minutes

and days into years

i can't let go and dreams

manifest into fears

chance after chance

excuses and lies

so many hellos

equal as many goodbyes

and so my story continues

verbs dance around nouns

while sentences gaze

as words come together

another new page

let this chapter be rosy

for the last made me cry

another similar passage

and my eyes will be dry

let him find her

and let her see him

accepting each other

and all that's within

if we all lived by prose

a chance could possibly stand

but we're characters, not authors

and we can't write the end