The whispers of goodbye latch onto what I tell you now.
Hear them, hear them before it's too late.
When we're worlds apart and I can't see your face,
Everyday at your locker, hand in hand,
Where we speak and we laugh, we kiss and we smile.
Remember those moments, store them in this stone.
Wear this bracelet and hear it chant my name.
Remember me, remember me when we depart.
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Something I literally wrote right now. I was reading the Artist and the Dancer by nikki20038 and to those of you who've read that must remember the bracelet he gives her on her birthday, this is inspired by that!!
It isn't much but I hope y'all enjoy it. Vote, comment and share! 💕💕
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Mellifluous: A Poetry Collection
PoetrySomewhere an old man dies And a child is born Mellifluous is the sound of his cries To the ears of his mother It's the start of a new life An year later the child exclaims Ah look! it's a butterfly The wind blowing carries the butterfly to the sea...
