chasing moments, chasing time,
minutes are passing, how they fly.
can’t quite catch up, but still closing in,
hoping these palms can capture,
precious time and hold it back.
because i don’t want to miss another minute,
because i don’t want to miss another second,
of me finding ways to belong to you,
in all the ways i want to be,
because you’re the song i sing to,
and the music i dance to,
the words my world is filled with,
and the story i’m writing still.

-eamarifosque 051499-

an old poem I found while cleaning my room. 😀

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