The Sort of Sonnet

the twinkle in my sky
the flash that holds the eye
when the heart begins to pound
and silence seems so loud
the mind begins to race
but leaves nothing in its place
when all i want to say
yet on my lips those words decay
an accidental touch
when one moment is not enough
time ceases to exist
and all that's left is this
when the world feels so unReal
is it a spark i only feel?