You never know the magic of a moment until you feel it begin to slip from your fingers, and withdraw from your lungs, and when the chatter of all the voices begin to seize the air, that is when you'll know the moment is lost.
YOU ARE READING
Every Tear
ПоэзияStaring at these blank pages my mind is empty, the words won't bleed from my fingertips, for they only know my eyes.
"every lock broken"
You never know the magic of a moment until you feel it begin to slip from your fingers, and withdraw from your lungs, and when the chatter of all the voices begin to seize the air, that is when you'll know the moment is lost.