often it feels like minutes are hours and hours are days and as much effort as i put in to catching up with myself it’s much easier to bury my head beneath and pretend that those brief seconds never existed... so i imagine... that i never felt the warmth of your sunshine or tasted the rain in the wetness of your lips... and i begin to believe that i never found safety in the ease with which i was able to hide in the shadows of your moonlight and dream of losing myself there forever. often it feels like minutes are hours and hours are days and as much effort as i put into catching up with myself... it’s so, so much easier to let time pass away swallow the light inject the warmth and just ignore the pain.Birth sign: Virgo
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