I want to remember every part of you,
even if we never made it.
We existed in the same time,
same place,
for a predestined amount of time.
I want to remember how much we felt,
in the teenage dreams of our youth.
The color of spring,
and summer of all.
I want to remember everything,
about the things we dreamt.
The college degree,
and the cool breeze of fall.
Even though we broke apart,
I never want to forget,
everything about us,
straight from the start.
YOU ARE READING
Who's Heart is This Anyway
PoetryJust some poems that I come up with on my own time... Here's a sample of one in the book: We were a kaleidoscope of colors, Twisting and turning, At every possible moment. A new masterpiece at every view.
