I will remember this night.
As long as I live.
And I will always cherish.
Every seventeenth
Day of all months.
The night when I had the balls to speak.
The night I asked you to be with me.
The night where I could feel my heart skip
Nine beats.
Seventeenth.
That seventeenth.
Life changed for me.
The world changed.
This town had brighter colors.
No longer in shades of grey.
I will forever remember this feeling.
The kind of feeling you get when you're in riding a rollercoaster.
And it's about to go down from its highest peak.
And you're scared.
Nervous.
Frightened
But also.
Excited.
Happy.
Because all you wanted.
Is right before your eyes.
And that's how I will remember you.
Forever and evermore.
That seventeenth.
Will always remind me of.
Love.
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February Ashes
Poetry❝From an everlasting flame, to a pile of ashes in the forest❞ A bunch of poems about how he met, fell in love with, desired, missed, broke, was broken by, hated, lost and got over the deepest love he ever felt. most impressive rank: #1 in poems.
