Kissing him is like
f
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e
e
f
a
l
l
I'm flying.
Time slips through my fingers,
Sails away from me like a kite on a windy day.
Time slows;
While I fall, head first, rushing to the ground,
Any second this could all end and shatter and I'll hit the ground and time will fall so slowly it stops
But for now, for now I'm flying
And I'm falling, falling faster in love
I can't turn back or change direction and the only thing I can do to save myself is
Stay
With the free fall
And never let his lips leave mine.
YOU ARE READING
Watercolours
PoetryAn anthology about a new relationship still filled with nervousness and uncertainty, something that could be incredible but is slightly held back from being as vibrant as it could be for how badly things have gone before.
