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𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬

"Till when will we last?", you ask.

I can't say. No, not yet. Because how can I possibly tell you that I want to experience an eternity with you?
I want to hold your hand as I shout into the inevitable void.
We'll last

Till holding onto you means holding onto nothing,
Till our tattoed skin sags,
Till our teeth start falling out,
Till our forever has lost it's meaning,
Till smoke curls into perfect infinite rings,
Till our hands are too frail to hold the other,
Till kissing means barely whispering in your mouth,
Till our dimples are just bones
Till pain is embedded in us,
Till passion means me braiding your hair with flowers,
Till the flowers in your hair are on your grave,
And till the flowers from your grave decompose and bloom into flowers to a new love some spring.

"Maybe forever", I smile.

-𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥.
𝐜𝐨-𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨.