against the hourglass ( a poem)

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There was a time stamp for the beginning, middle, and end
At the beginning, there was enough liking, but I needed a friend

The middle is when great stories are told
poems written for the love lived but short

At the end, there was an expiration date on me, but I didn't go with it
when the hourglass finished, I completely finished with it

It's hard to predict what will happen in the end
Once the heart is broken, it's impossible to mend

I close my eyes and think about all the unspoken words
I listen to all stories about battles with magical swords

Is love a delicate war, having a winner or a loser?
Am I supposed to use politics and become the abuser?

I wish my feelings about life and love never change as I get old
Feelings like LOLs and keeping it real like I was told

My hair flying in the air, I am happy as a clown's mouth.
The hourglass is in my hands, no one knows how long its going to last.