I should not have looked.
I should not have opened my eyes.
But I did…
And the world stopped.
I saw the moment your face surrendered,
when your eyes burned
with a truth you never dared to speak.
It was like touching fire with bare hands:
the heat, the vertigo,
the certainty there was no way back.
Your touch brief, yet eternal
sealed within me a secret that will not fade.
Now I know.
And knowing is like breathing light
for the very first time.
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illusions
Poëzie"This is where I write down my thoughts and ideas about various topics that pique people's curiosity."
