One of the worst feelings in the world, is knowing you have a chance to know someone, but the more time goes by all you see is dead space.
Every forgotten second spent wishing away, is a memory which we could’ve achieved together.
Deafening silence between the thousands of minutes you should have together, but instead it is replaced with moments which aren’t for sale.
Moments which aren’t for sale, moments which cannot be bought or sold, fleeting moments of kissing, cuddling and holding hands
The only thing worth yearning for is the sound of her voice, the touch of her lips, and the caress of her arms in yours.
In my memorable mind, I see her, smiling at me. She… She screams in silence.
An instant you wish could last forever. Alike the wind, every passing second which last seemingly forever crumbles into moments which we thought we had.
One of the worst feelings in the world, is knowing we had a sequence to change the history of the moments which passed us by, but did nothing to stop the inevitability of time itself.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem