Over the years
love was lost
and won.
Boys turned to men,
but none quite as
clever as the
dark haired boy
with the paper planes.
I moved on
with my day to
day life and
soon any memories
of that time began
to fade like a
pair of well-worn
blue jeans,
discarded on my
bedroom
floor.
YOU ARE READING
Unforgotten
PoetryOur story started years ago; we were childish versions of Romeo and Juliet. Book #4 of the Unfinished Series by S. Brooks and N. Wolicki
