We had love sawn
into the inner lines of our hearts.
I wore it like a cardigan,
knowing every inch and fit.
They say when you are young
that you don't know nothing.
It is foolish to believe in forever
when you haven't lived long enough
to understand how solid that word
sinks in your bones.
It is a day after day,
week followed by another week.
It is months and years together,
longer than moments spent cuddling.
Called a memory,
one day it'll be gone if you don't
savour it.
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Sad Girl
PoésiePoetry from a sad girl Ranging from love to heartbreak, happiness to sadness and feeling low to depression and so on. I hope people find that they can relate to what I write and by taking in the words that they find healing. All Rights Reserved Cop...
