With time, my scars will fade
With time, my heart will heal
But have no fear, my dear
For even though with time
My love for you may disappear
I doubt my mind will let me forget
A love as true as yours used to be.
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The Drabbles of a Young Mind
PoetryPoems made during fits of passion, or you know, whenever it is that inspiration decides to hit.
