When our love is interred
and our passion has entered
the realm of fallen souls
and unfulfilled promises...
When I walk through the valley
weary of the dark and the dreary
and I wonder how to keep strong
without a shadow to lean on...
When it's time to cross that river
where the water bids me come near
like you used to
and I'm drowning in the tears...
Will you hold my hand?
When an eternity has passed
countless lovers come and gone.
We've both been reborn
Will you remember our bond?
With a look in my eye,
a peek past my soul.
Will you know that it's me
in that fateful handhold?
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Herban Poetry
PoetryA small but ever-growing collection of original poetry from the mind of a 19 year old pothead. This is home to a large range of thoughts, feelings, and ideas that cloud my head in poetry form.
