slow dying

it's too long, this
life, sometimes, this
world, when things
don't go the way
you want them to,
or follow according
to what you planned,
when pain and sorrow
hits there are
too many hours in
a day, too many
minutes on the clock.
life is slow dying.
and then again,
when my lips met
yours i wanted time
to stop. i wanted
today to be yesterday
and for what we had
to never end.