Will you remember me
in a week,
in a month,
in a year?
I asked and you said yes,
you promised me.
But when I saw you next,
you could no longer see.
You've already forgotten,
moved on, left me behind.
With someone else on your mind,
to my image you were blind.
Yet I still stand here,
hoping to never be
forgotten by you.
Will my wish come true?
Just take me with you,
anywhere, I'll follow you.
Don't you leave me,
just stay with me.
Please, promise me.
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Poems
PoetryWhile in English exists only one word for it, the ancient Greeks with their aim for self-understanding and knowledge found eight different varieties of love that we might all experience at some point: 1. Eros (Erotic love) - represents the idea of s...
