A gentle yet somewhat eccentric
The time stops and enjoys
My focus magnified
Like a certain high
Floating along with time
An unending nostalgia
Hair in my skin stands
Telling myself to breathe
I could just die right here
Its a romance in motion
An angels poem.
Sep 6, 2015
Sep 6, 2015 at 11:33 AM UTC
A gentle yet somewhat eccentric
The time stops and enjoys
My focus magnified
Like a certain high
Floating along with time
An unending nostalgia
Hair in my skin stands
Telling myself to breathe
I could just die right here
Its a romance in motion
An angels poem.
