We thought we'd be forever kind,
Living this life as it may come,
With Love, Love.
Now I see someone in your eyes,
Falling behind holdin' your hand,
With Love, Love.
Realizing that the days have passed,
Memories made forever gone,
With Time, to Time.
Now,
I'm in the field of Dandelions,
Looking at things that once we had,
Flashing memories in my mind,
of you, for love.
*Inspired from Dandelions by Ruth B*
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Unspoken
PoetryWords that are not spoken. Some by choice, some by Life and some by you.
