Instances
The moment is sudden, quite and still
A place I stop and take in my fill
It hurts when I look into your eyes
"Right" it all forever cries
So much time waiting for it to surface
My lips tremble from what I long to confess
Fleeting and yet the time drags on
This instance is where I was meant to be drawn
Copyright © Erin S | Year Posted 2013
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