Though time has passed,
And my eyes grow weary,
Despite the wrinkles that form,
No matter how deep,
Despite my growing bold spot,
No matter how my weak hips are,
Or how my unsteady hands have become,
You my darling, who has left me so early
You, I will know, not remember
For I do not need to remember a tattooed mark, even if it was surgically removed
I know you.
I know you as that damsel, nothing less than beautiful.
I know the way you twirled in your long, cotton dress.
Across the fields of long grass and weeds.
How you laughed as you sung phrases that were only aimed to tease me.
When your amber hair coloured the circling winds.
Truly a worth sight I appreciated indeed.
Yes, I will remember you for many of our life's journey.
But, this is how I will know you.
Tara.R
ESTÁS LEYENDO
A story's thoughts
Poetry(This is/will be a collection of short poems - of sorts. They have various themes and connotations, but you should just read it for yourself and find out :) If you don't understand it, don't worry. Some of them i don't understand myself. Anyway, enj...
