If only I could write till the end of time
I'd write every unsaid confession
And talk to people with dreams bigger than their existence
I'd say things like never before
In words covered with satin
So that they slip out my mouth with the elegance of the fabric
And maybe one day I'll find
Another like me
Who searches for meanings in crowded places
And who doesn't feel trapped in small spaces
YOU ARE READING
For a Moment
PoetryJust a collection of poems that come from the soul. May they help you in this crazy life.
