"Why do you carve your name in trees?" I asked
"Because-" She paused and turned to look at me, I nodded for her to go on.
"Because I feel like when I'm gone, no one will remember me, I'll be forgotten but if I write my name on trees, then someone, anyone will know I existed once and that's good enough for me."
"I'll remember you, always." I whispered, refraining from grabbing her small frame and planting soft kisses all over her body till she heals.
Oh, how I wish I could heal her.
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From The Attic (poetry)
PuisiFrom the attic is a book with thoughts and qoutes and countless poems I've stringed together with the scattered words in my mind. any
