I asked the world
how long it took
for one to love.
Their reply stunned me:
over a hundred days
man starts to love.
Then why is my heart
starting to grow fond
of yours so quickly?
I'll nevermind the words,
for even in this short while
I'm truly content
with this ball of
glowing golden light,
so warm in my chest.
More than a fall,
loving you is like
quicksand.
YOU ARE READING
Falling in
Poezierollercoaster of emotions of a teen on an adventure called life, happy version
