one day,
i will soar the skies with your hand in mine.
smiles would be placed on our child like faces.
and we would try to count every cloud we see.
finally, our feet will touch the grass filled with spoiled dew.
one day,
i will remind you of our journey, and how happy we were.
how happy you were.
but for now i will lay a white rose on your fresh grave.
and i would cry as i do so.
because our "one day" will never come.
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Out Of My Mind
PoetryThese are my poems, I hope you love and understand them. Pictures are not mine, all credits belongs to the artists.
