Even if the sky fell
Or the oceans rose to the brink of Mt Everest
Or a meteor fell destroying all life on earth
Even if chaos became order in this crazy world
My last thought would be of you
My last tear would be an ode to the irony
that the concept of destiny is often fate in sheep's clothing
I'd hold on tight to every treasured memory as my life slipped away
And think of the most beautiful dream I ever had.... us
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Moonlight ( A collection of poems)
PoetryMy collection of recent poetry and older poems as well. Updated sporadically :) Contains mature topics
