The Time May Come
When I am fading,slowly,
personality blurred,
disturbed,
my character out,
possibly to lunch,
remember I love you.
When my eyes look,
but not see,
the sign says vacant
and my temper frays
matching my hemline,
remember I love you.
When the fridge is full
but nobody's coming
and the day is young
time just forgotten,
memories flash,
I remember, I love you.
Do your best
it's good enough,
leave the guilt
behind,
all things pass,
we are safe,
in knowing love.
Poetry by shells
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Written on 2012-07-08 at 00:56




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