I hope to arrive to my death,
late,
in love,
and a little drunk.
I hope you're with me.
I hope to arrive to my wedding,Early,
in love
and a little hungoverI hope you're with me.
I hope to be at the birth of my children,
On time,
in love
and completely sober.And I hope you're with me.
But I don't know where I'm going to be.
I don't know if you're coming with me.
My heart is wild,
My head is free.And I'm going to run with it.
Marriage, kids, who knows?But i will die someday,
and I hope you're with me.
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Rhapsody
Poetryto the awkward ramblings off a lost mind//not quite poetry but not quite prose