The next time I see you, all will be different.
You won't remember.
You were torn away from me
The fourth of December.
A long way from now I'll find
A way to see you again.
And I will never be afraid
To be your friend.
I'm so lost sometimes
I find myself praying to
A God I don't believe in
And who doesn't believe in you.
I'm praying that by then
I won't just be
A tiny prick in
Your memory.
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Random Poetry
PoésieThis is just a collection of poems I write at random about random stuff. You can find my every emotion and feeling somewhere in these poems
