When the waves come to wash up my shore
And when my footprints won't exist anymore
No one would remember what I stood for,
Who I loved, lost and what I died for.
When the waves come to wash up my shore
And when my footprints won't exist anymore
Will still come and knock on my door
And say 'I love you, and I will love you for evermore'?
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The Good and The Bad: a Poetry Collection
PoetryThis is my first poetry collection ever! Please check it out and don't forget to vote on the chapters you like!!
