When I’m too old to remember, all the days we-
Stayed home and played video games,
All the drunk nights when sex got a little crazy.
The red light kisses,
Our very first Christmas.
I want you to remind me…
Tell me about all the times we-
Filled our heads with schemes and dreams,
The nights we were too distracted to sleep,
And all those times I told you your kisses were cheap.
I want you to play the songs we use to sing in the car,
It may seem a little bizarre,
That I’m thinking ahead in the future so far.
But these are the times I want to hold on to,
And the only one I want to remind me, is you.
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Better & Worse
PoetryA collection of poems about my love, my heartache, and the moments in-between. Please vote and comment!