As time passes me by
I think back to you and me.
Remembering how it fell
Apart from one lie.
You thought being free
Was better than to tell
Your one secret.
Here am I alone
Wishing to see love's eyes.
To me it is known
It is all a disguise.
Promises of forever
It may not last long.
It can be worth the endeavor
For love can make us strong.
My thoughts of you
Diminish each day.
I will go where the strong winds blew
Knowing I'll get lost along the way.
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Kate Grafton
I love writing poetry and fantasy stories. In high school I wrote my first novella and continue to write more.
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