Oh, you're sweet.
Or
I should say you were.
Because
I don't really know you now
I know only what you were then,
When we were happy, together,
and in love.
I wonder what happened.
Did I change,
Or you?
Maybe love was to big for us.
But it doesn't really matter.
I can't change the past,
as much as I'd like to.
Our lives have changed
And I may never see you again.
Even though,
I still think you're sweet.
This won't last-
it can't.
But for the rest of my life
When I sleek freshly mown grass
on cool spring nights-
Ill think of you.
YOU ARE READING
When Tomorrow Comes
RastgeleThis is a vary spiritual poem book made by Shirley White~ I do not own any of theses poems nor the amazing~ness of it. I'm just here to past it along~ so every one can see the true things about the 1969's.
