Hey tipit user's i written this poem about a week ago on a bus on the way home, read if you want i just thought id post on here, you can have your opinions of it as you wish well here it is... Rambling Of Me Time is just a phrase we pass through it, live in it see it as a miracle, see it as a death flower,people call it a healer when all it does is numb you, from what you really need and want, Along with time in mind i begin to realize why and how i became to become here time stood still for me once in my life, My moment frozen in time, as a rose never browned while its frozen, my heart never had time to heal and show's its scars on my cheeks, the tear rivers leaving behind a bitter salt, You can say time heals, you can say its easy to forget when your forgotten, you will never know how that person feels when your not them so don't try to guide when your blind.