nine seventeen

look at me
our eyes will meet halfway where understanding and bliss co-exist
where lunacy and passion share a common ground
where dreams and realities remove all doubts.

seconds will slip between us like sand
through our fingers
and time will stop
and will cease to exist

for me.

i will be lost and wander without guarantee
in that place where your beauty and grace
will engulf all that is possible,
drowning all insecurities and such

do not take your eyes away
i’d rather be lost in your sight
than go on breathing without you looking.


Rubbing Elbows

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a short poem i wrote 4 years ago,
September 17..
hence the title.

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