There was a time where it all seemed so distant,
a breath would last and hour and a day would last an eternity.
Time was slow.
It crawled through moments, continuing like an inhale,
Exhale.
The release into a step of something so foreign
where likeliness soon becomes comfort.
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Roses and Thorns
PoetryAn assortment of poems about love, heartache, and finding your way back. (Still a work in progress) -Would adore any feedback
