Life, as what I've perceived comes in a blur. Maybe that's why we find beauty in slow motion. That's why we spend our whole life waiting for it. And I felt it just when the world took the time to look at your face. Because looking at you made me feel everything. If there were sparks, they were fireworks. If there was a drumroll, that would be my heartbeat.
And you held my hand slowly, gently like it was a bomb that was about to explode and perhaps it was, because with every touch came an explosion, with every finger there was fire. And I held on to it not because it set me ablaze, but because for once in my life, I've never felt the cold. Your hands, they kept me warm enough it felt like home. And I was thankful for this little twist in time - for this slow motion - because now that everything came out of focus, I've finally seen what love looked like; it looked a lot like you.
Author's note: this is purely a product of my fangirling and because the past week was a tough one for me, this came out as a reward. My OTP killed, slammed, nailed, ricocheted it again and I feel like my heart's going to burst. I'm so sorry that you have to bear with me, but I guess every one of us goes through this phase. 💖💖💖
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Depth of Me •••#Wattys2018•••
Poetry"I'll write for what was left within the ashes; for the depth of me when all else is gone." cover drawing by: Carolina Roda
