I will still make love to you
when you're old and grey
because wrinkles and grey strands
don't define the gem you are inside,
"why?" you ask,
because it's your gem that I'm truly tasting
every time I dig inside your aging body
not your youth love.
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wandering dandelions #wattys2018
PoetryA collection of poems about depression, love, and sometimes random things. Please help this lonely af individual feel less alone on this bleak planet called Earth. I'm literally melting off my couch from boredom. The cover was conjured by the magica...
