It could've been you,
Holding me tight
It could've been you,
I get to see every night
Could've been me,
Beside you
Could've been me,
Casting away your blues
If maybe,
One of us was down on knees
Or we ran against destiny,
Then maybe,
It could've been us
Growing old.
It could've been us,
Growing old
On rocking chairs
With smiles and gray hairs
Oh, what a lovely memory
It could've been
Us, growing old.
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Sweet & Saline (Poetry)
PoetryThis is a collection of random, sweet & saline poems I wrote since day one of becoming obsessed into poetry. This is mostly about struggles, life, heartbreak, and, of course, love. _______ Her childhood years She never tasted sweet Never been given...
