I'll love you,
Till your hair turns grey
He says...
Through thick and thin
He says...
But baby,
Will you love me
When I'm sick on the floor?
Sick to my stomach?
High on the morphine I found
On your desk?
Will you love me when
It's 3am and I'm shaking profusely because of the sudden lack of air in my lungs?
When I'm crying for the Xanax pill I found
In your back pocket?
I'll love you;
For better for worse
He says...
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Journey to Self Discovery & Love
PoetryI was not always like this. I used to love the world and most importantly myself. I moved to the states 3 years ago and life had never remained the same. I changed drastically some for the good but overall, I think moving to a different environment...
