time less.

Time permits redemption; to cleanse the conscience of past sins. Inadvertent sins committed at the convenience of foolish ideals that never availed
Time imparts wisdom, mistakes from past experience taught lessons invaluable to none but that soul which it broke
Time heals all wounds, unseen by the eye; known just as it should be, shared to a few but felt only by one
Time claims all innocence, not knowing right from wrong is the safest place to be before manipulative lips scream shot gun, and morals take the back seat
Time imposes responsibility that trickles in to the most blasé of natures. Cross the line of comfort, take a stand for the pragmatic now
Time leaves just now as nothing but a memory longing to be forgotten; the present a master theft of reminiscent ends
Time found the cure within, bid farewell to yesterday’s disappointments, leave the past where it should be
In time, chains weighed in, broken free

For love, I confessed all secrets. I promise to stay true, that’s all there is.

Time led me to you, but more than ever, it took you away; once again you were nowhere to be found
Time is much harder to come by, not especially reserved for the collision of emotional wrecks; as accolades with all its elements captured mean more to you than me
This time, my heart calls for the comfort of one, none else; in this I need just you
Time would not let things be the way it used to be. My rock, my star, my rock star is weighed down, again chained, from my incessant ornate nature
Time has taught that love is, but not a portrait of perfection to be blessed upon a pedestal;
or it is just me that too often gave benefit reserved into none but doubt, and failed
Time after time, naiveté gets the best of my practical sentiments; the right intentions end up in the wrong situations, another right and I’m (right) back where I started.
Time will take me to a better place. This too, shall pass.

Time, therein lies the paradox.