Feel time slip from fingers
breathing thunderous air. The
stars love for another sun or
moon makes life speed up.
But slow down the blood
running from scars to
hearts. Unknown to them;
seen by time’s favor.
Reach out a hand to make
dreams mine. The wind
drops a line and writes
love poems to my soul;
everything’s magic.
breathing thunderous air. The
stars love for another sun or
moon makes life speed up.
But slow down the blood
running from scars to
hearts. Unknown to them;
seen by time’s favor.
Reach out a hand to make
dreams mine. The wind
drops a line and writes
love poems to my soul;
everything’s magic.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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