I know when people say they want to grow old with someone,
It might sound like an exaggeration—
To spend a lifetime with just one person...
But dear God, do I want to grow old with you.
I want to grow old with you,
Living each and every second of our lives together.
I want to grow old with you,
As our skin wrinkles and folds like weathered stones,
And our hair blossoms into shades of grey.
I want to grow old with you,
As we laugh and smile, losing each tooth along the way.
I want to grow old with you,
And only you.
August 2024
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The Aspect Of Oblivion
PoetryThe planted seeds of my wretched thoughts and emotions have bloomed their way out onto these pages, birthing a catastrophic garden; a virtue of beauty. A collection of emotions and thoughts documented in words, encompassing a voyage through the laby...
