It changes leaves on trees
It will never cease
It creates what our eyes see
Broken piece by piece.
Like the sweet smell of a rose
It cannot be trapped
Noone knows where it goes
And so quick with fingers snapped.
It starts you out as little
With not a lot to say
Then turns you old and brittle
Your new haircolor, grey.
It will come for you too
No matter how you try
There's nothing you can do
Time will still go by~
Author notes
Ladybug lands on lee
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i like that, m fav
Then turns you old and brittle
Your new haircolor, grey.
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