Saturday, February 15, 2014

Still

Time flies, never stops for anyone,
mere puppets we are tied to strings of time.
Still,
I wish it could freeze, for every second with you is a joy.

Space, the definition of infinite,
so far beyond human understanding, so much to explore and find.
Still,
I feel I've reached the edge, for life is simple with loved ones by your side

If this isn't love maybe I should apologize,
ain't no language, ain't no words, that would suffice.

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