mr loverman, ʀɪᴄᴋʏ ᴍᴏɴᴛɢᴏᴍᴇʀʏ, 02.36
love me, love,
like i am sand,
for, love, i am slipping,
slipping through your hands.
love me, love,
love me like you're going to lose me,
for, love, i am ceasing,
ceasing to be.
love me, love,
love me like i'm fading away.
for, love, i will be,
gone one day.
but love me, my love,
even when i am gone,
for i will love you,
even in death beyond.
YOU ARE READING
[14] - monday's child.
Poetry𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘶𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯, 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯, 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘴. original poetry i wrote at fourteen.