Some people, some feelings, some moments
lost in time,
Run timelessly through your veins and scars.
Too precious, too innocent,
too nostalgic to let go.
Even if you have settled for a different reality.
Eventually they become the song you avoid,
Or the song that makes you smile
with a glisten in your eyes.
Sometimes they drip out of your fingertips.
On to paper.
YOU ARE READING
After All This Time?
PoetryThank you for taking your time to read my work. Let me know if you resonate with my words! Feedback is always appreciated. Work still in progress :) This book is published subjected to the condition that another shall not reproduce, sell, distribute...
