I sometimes wonder,
Why I feel so much for this boy.
Just a silly boy at a silly age.
He thinks I'm silly too.
I don't mind the silliness with him.
I know when we grow old he will still tell me the same dumb joke, with the same obnoxious sound with it and I'd love him.
Maybe even more than now.
I'll still laugh like it was the first time I heard it.
He'll smile the way he does now.
I'll feel those butterflies all over again.
I sometimes wonder what it is would be like to grow old with the love of your life.
Maybe I'll find out.
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Pathetic Poetry
PoetryHere lies the things that were untold, until now. Please give credit if taken. Pictures come from my own photography or the internet.
