hey,
i might be all bruised up,
fuck up and all,
broken to pieces,
but i am still,
whole.
and i promise you,
to stay here,
quitely,
listening to you,
throughout the day.
and one day, if we have passed to the other side;
if we get to meet each other, again,
please, greet me with your brightest smile.
even in the after life,
i will forever be here for you.
in spirit.
we promised to stick around each other,
forever right?
keep your promises, please.
and i, cross my heart,
will keep mine too.
all for you.
YOU ARE READING
RETROUVAILLES - POETRY
Poetrywords that i can't speak out loud but in poetry, i can.
