I think the reason I hold nothing back
When I'm with you,
why every spoken word that could have been
is a kiss
is because
our time
our time is an hourglass
with an indefinite amount
of sand
and those kisses and touches
count the grains trickling through until eventually.
There will be none left.
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Results of a Restless Mind
PoesíaA book of poems created by a sleepless mind and an open heart "I'm sorry that my heartbeat is louder than my thoughts." Completed 11/8/20