This is just some word play I wrote today. I sound more dramatic than I feel (as ever 
), hope it makes you smile 
Bad Time! Bad Place!
I know a certain breed of beings,
Two genders, called Time and Place.
Both work hard against affections,
Building walls for love to face.
Recognise? I'm sure you do,
They often target the young.
(We're more foolish to believe
It's ourselves who have done wrong.)
You see, this is a malicious race
Determined to be a bane.
If you should laugh in the face of them
They'll work harder to cause you pain.
Sweet lovers singing "Us. Forever."
Do not even catch their eye
Time and Place will come out of nowhere
"It's not you, It's me." "But why?"
My advice, from what I know,
Is be wary of skittish hearts.
Enjoy the thinner waters
Don't race before you start.
Recognise there's many things
You'll never be able to alter.
Maybe it's weaker than you like
But silk is more than leather.
Just enjoy those fleeting times
Every gesture, smile and hug.
Because by jove do you miss them
When you're left holding a mug.
(Secretly, I sometimes wish
Time and Place would get together.
See all the good things they miss
Whilst they're making plans to sever.
They'd stop making silly problems.
Causing reckless mischief and strife.
And being a bloody pain in the ass
Throughout my damn love life.)
), hope it makes you smile Bad Time! Bad Place!
I know a certain breed of beings,
Two genders, called Time and Place.
Both work hard against affections,
Building walls for love to face.
Recognise? I'm sure you do,
They often target the young.
(We're more foolish to believe
It's ourselves who have done wrong.)
You see, this is a malicious race
Determined to be a bane.
If you should laugh in the face of them
They'll work harder to cause you pain.
Sweet lovers singing "Us. Forever."
Do not even catch their eye
Time and Place will come out of nowhere
"It's not you, It's me." "But why?"
My advice, from what I know,
Is be wary of skittish hearts.
Enjoy the thinner waters
Don't race before you start.
Recognise there's many things
You'll never be able to alter.
Maybe it's weaker than you like
But silk is more than leather.
Just enjoy those fleeting times
Every gesture, smile and hug.
Because by jove do you miss them
When you're left holding a mug.
(Secretly, I sometimes wish
Time and Place would get together.
See all the good things they miss
Whilst they're making plans to sever.
They'd stop making silly problems.
Causing reckless mischief and strife.
And being a bloody pain in the ass
Throughout my damn love life.)
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thaddius:
Thank You.
timskin:
perhaps I was just saying sorry on behalf of the appaling behaviour of place and time....they sound like right shits, I'd tell em where to go if I were you! 