You remind me of a toy, that I never use
You're always there,
but I'm never able to choose
You resign in my deepest memories,
But I could never surface you into thought,
And like a story without a beginning
You have no plot
YOU ARE READING
When We Were Young
PoetrySmell the rose. Place it in arms, Hold it close to your heart, and never forget me. WHEN WE WERE YOUNG.. A Bunch of Old Poems By: "Untitled"
