Nameless2021/11/15 17:02
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A poem that could easily be a song about something that will never come back…

7:30 p.m.

7:30 p.m.

7:30 p.m.


The phone doesn’t ring anymore

As time goes by, talking to other people 

I get so bored

I look at the clock

The time didn’t stop

The numbers keep changing

And I keep praying 

It hurts to know 

You won’t be there 7:30 p.m.


I miss that time

Not long ago

When everything was simple

And full of love

I miss those says

We used to talk every single day

About nights and changes

About life and chances 


Now everything is black and white

The color we had are fading in time

I look around and can’t see the lights

The shadows of fears took away my shining


I am scared, I am so sad

It’s devastating to imagine me without you

It won’t come back, the good times we had

The words we used to share, our unique stares


The time is being cruel

It’s showing who’s the ruler

It doesn’t tell us ‘goodbye’

It doesn’t allow us to say ‘it’s alright’


And the clock didn’t stop 

The same old fear is here

It’s always around you and me

While I look for a tight string

To keep us tied in life

To keep us away from dying 

Fighting against all the ghosts around 

While I cry alone at night 

Falling sleep while I drown in tears

Trying hard to not get surrounded

By the demons haunting all my dreams 

Forcing me to say ‘so long, that’s it!’


Everything because I know 

The phone will not ring again

You won’t be there for me

Won’t answer my calls and this

Kills me every single day

While I watch the damn time goes by

Because my heart is telling me once more

It’s time to say goodbye, oh God!

And the phone won’t ring again

At the time it used to ring every day

You will not be there no more

At 7:30 p.m. 




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