Dead flowers of love

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
The way how things can turn into from one day to the next.

Submitted: August 01, 2015

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I guess I had forgotten to wonder about the things we said or what it really ment. The way you looked over to me, or the way you talked. I forgot to wonder how important it was to understand and rethink that stuff. And here I sit realizeing that those memories from yesterday mean something now. And how one day it can all change in a instant. How the everyday talking and seeing eachother can become talking over the phone when we both have wifi, and not seeing eachother everyday. But the one thing that never changes is the love we hold, or the way you make me feel at home just by hearing your voice. You caught every word I had ever said. I just can't wait untill the day I don't have to worry about you comeing or not comeing home. Beacuse you'll already be here in my arms.


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