What may he know about love.
He who loves,
only in a fleeting moment
and the little gestures
of million different girls,
and never a whole woman.
how would I stand out to him,
when I was only in his line of experience
Oh but, I still love him
I think I'll always do.
There's a part of me he's stolen.
And he knows it too.
What may he know about me.
The moment spend with me,
were rushed in his time.
But it's a slow &
beautiful memory to me.
How would I still linger in his mind
When my steps dragged him behind,
What may he know?
What may?
So far I've come along,
yet I love him so dearly.
He's always in my heart
even when my mind
calls him deadly.
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Poetry❝Memories aren't meant to be forgotten. They stay. And with it you grow.❞ - //m. _____ a collection of poems, rants, snippets and quotes #100thou...
