It's always chasing
You can't catch up
When you feel like you do, you're wrong
But when we touch, time slows,
for us
It slows so we have time for kisses
So we have time for hugs
Sometimes we'll even have time for long embraces
Even when we're old and gray
I'll still love you either way
YOU ARE READING
A Collection of Thoughts
PoetryJust a book of poetry. Nothing special. (You can request subjects for me to write about, just comment or DM me)
