Roses are red, violets are blue,
Life is too short, but I love you
And even though we might not have much time
I'll at least love you until I die
And maybe further, far beyond
Where light doesn't reach and all that's left is our souls
I'll do my best to find you again,
Because I won't let death be our end.
A/N: Wow, this sounds like I'm about to die. I'm not. At least I think so, you never know. This just randomly came to me ╮(. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)╭
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Splashes of ink
PoetrySplashes of ink on an empty page; Only growing darker with age. ======================== Poetry book
