There is never a moment more sure than the moment two pairs of eyes collide in a mountainous avalanche.
For the twelve seconds in which it takes to stare, it's as if no measure of time can quite count the moment.
It takes twelve seconds to show the love in our hearts that we can't put to words.
It's stationary and the feeling is like falling into the dark pool protected by shade after shade, of each and every wave in the pit of their eyes.
It's moments like these, the twelve second ones, that the soft smile in their eyes do your heart the justices it craves.
Sometimes it only takes a moment, a tiny single moment and you don't even need to use your words.
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Black Coffee
PoetryA series of small things that cause my brain to erupt in what looks like words. Poetry, prose, and small excerpts. ***there are some explicit/triggering chapters*** ***Mostly dark material*** ♤ "It flows through my veins. Kind of like a plant that...
