The fear of
Growing old
Only gets stronger
As I age.
The fear of
Not being capable
Makes me feel
Weak and scared.
The fear of
Losing my memory,
Our memories,
Kills me inside.
I don’t want to
Grow old
And forget the first
Time you talked to me.
I don’t want to
Grow old
And forget how
You looked at me.
I don’t want to
Grow old
And forget how
You hugged me.
I don’t want to
Grow old
And forget our first kiss
Or all the ones after it.
I don’t want to
Grow old
And forget anything
About my first real love.
I want to
Stay young
And remember
Your touch.
I want to
Stay young
And remember
Your warmth.
I want
To stay young
And relieve every
Sweet and perfect kiss.
If there is one positive
Thing about growing old,
It is that I get
To grow old with you.
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Hey guys.
SUPER personal poem here, dedicated to the very guy I'm writing about, Ryver Lewis.
Ryver and I have been going out for 4 months now (the 17th being our anniversary) and I am not ashamed in any way to admit that I love Ryver to death.
What brought this poem on is my fear of growing up, and all of a sudden I thought, "Hey, at lease I can spend my life with Ryver."
And thus, this poem was born.
Okay, bye guys. Have a great day (:
-Ashley Kozlowski
