Emotion Dough

In time, they’ll quit asking

They’ll quit speaking out

They’ll settle down

Because it’s never the right time like it was

Painful, to have arms wide open

Yearning and hoping

Turned away and deprived

So in time, they’ll quit coming

Already stopped running

It’s never the right time.

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When the answer is always wait

Maybe later

Maybe tomorrow

Expectations freeze

Can’t come and be refreshed here

Shouldn’t try, shouldn’t appear

Percentage low

Distance grows.

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Say it isn’t so

Fading warmth, smile as we put on our coats

Shutting down the once active garden

Flowers die

Can we plant new ones or move on

There’s a time for everything

New seasons

This must be winter.