Your love is not today
it always extends
for tomorrow.
It changes over time
like day and night.
The love you had is
one minute before twelve,
asking it in ourselves,
it's never the same
like we had in our
Yesterdays.
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Mementos
PoetryI wrote poems of her, about she and me. romances of him, of how we became us, yet we can't be. . . . Let me hear your voices after reading. Please leave your comments after😊😊 HIGHEST RANKINGS #13- in moving forward #59-in hoping #23- in poezie
