My time

There's a day that I also want to vanish away like those memories that I forgotten away as an clock that's doesn't stay, I write a story in my book that have a lot of lessons that you can hook — as an salt that just melt at on gracious water that's always stay at the ocean and on a bay, our time is moving but I still can't say those words that still in the way and have a reason why it was an unsay — as an moon hide if there's a sun beside and still you do anything if the cold in its hand feels like an delightful bread that doesn't have a blood to spread.