One day, I will be old and weak and I wouldn't be able to tell you that I love you.
I would have forgetten your name, even,
And forgotten who you are.
But if you could still read this, or if you could ask our children or grandchildren or great grandchildren to read for you this; if you just remember that you are my poetry,
You would know
That my youth was yours.
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A/n: my youth my youth is youUURS tripping on skies, sipping waterfall, my youTh my youth is yo
[17/03/17]
YOU ARE READING
Once Upon A Lone Heart | ✔
PoetryIt's you. It's always you. But it never should have been. --- [A collection of thoughts I thought were good when I first thought of them.] [12/07/18 rank - #480/528 in prose] [17/07/18 rank - #203/556 in prose]
