I thought this was different,
I feel extraordinary in the midst of subtlety.
It offers freedom and its rare.
I know I do not know.
Words are too bold,
Expressive without limits.
Time rushes past,
Yet it seems to linger.
Too broad to notice,
Reminds me of a whirlwind event,
That make things unreal.
Heart is cognizant,
Wisdom makes them unknown.
Does it exist?
It may not be.
Does it truly care?
That should be.
Its power and its eager,
Willing to trust,
Willing to be remembered,
Willing to be recognized,
Even risk as sacrifice.
Rhythm and pulse beat so fast,
Not until the lights
Turn off on their own.
No one to see,
No one to hear.
Trying to touch hands,
But too far to reach,
Too far to feel.
Behind the dark,
It's just a shadow,
Slowly fading,
Slowly disappearing.
It made me realize
How love is fleeting,
Made by haste.
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PoésieWhen a good story is reduced to a melodies or memory It sounds good, but it pinches sometimes. We find out how to love and be loved. We both give and take. We give and take. This is based on how I felt at that time. Putting it down in writing makes...
