a day will come when my mind
won't be as wise as it is right now
a time when my fingers won't be
able to write poetic words anymore
a moment when all my glorious days
will fade to dust; lost and never found
a stage will come when i won't have
any hope to survive here any longer
my love for you will continue to live
unlike me, my feelings will never rot
now that's what is called "forever."
— SweetSimu.
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EUNOIA
Poetry❝ we are all just stars that have people names. ❞ - Nikita Gill. EUNOIA - beautiful thinking, a well mind. [a collection of all of my imperfect, unedited, messy poems. some are not even poems. majority of these don't rhyme. some don't even make sens...
