the imminent beating of my heart through my chest
the loss of sense of direction, what's east? what's west?
the astronomical feelings i feel when your eyes meet mine
so i swear to God i'll give my all, if only he stop time
to be stopped in time would mean us staying in this place
with your eyes locked into mine, and my burning scarlet face
as my shaking hand reaches for yours, and yours does the same
so we grab onto each other hoping neither one's to blame
but sadly, our golden time has forgotten to stop
the minutes are all falling down, our time is running up
yet we remain lost in a world that is ours
so we intertwine our souls 'till the hours turn to dust
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-of chaos and beauty
PoetryA collection of poetry, short stories, and midnight thoughts it gets better (or maybe worse, i cant be sure) as you read on comments and votes are greatly appreciated !!
