I always hope it will end with us.
from our youth to our seniority.
I hope to fall more in love over the years, so much that it will be impossible to fall out of.
I feel that way now, but I hope when we grow old, it will be the same.
I hope to spend the rest of our ascending adulthood together.
going on fun dates, trips and adventures while we're still young and able.
and when we grow old, we will be seated in the home we created together.
full of so much love and recollection.
and when we've reached the end of our days, whenever it may be, we will become apart of the same sky, falling as rain over the world so we can revisit every now and then to reminisce the journey we fought so hard to make together.
they say young love doesn't last, but we will show them.
from start to finish.
i hope it ends with us.
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we still exist here - c.k
Poetrya collection of poems - written by an old soul trapped in a young body, about love, doubt and heartbreak. these are in the order that I wrote them, in the order I fell love. these have been written over a period of time, my skills improve overtime...
