I fear the time when your eyes turns grey,
when the locks in your hair straighten,
and the locks in our hands loosen.
I fear it when you think of things that never did happen,
when my inaction forms imagery in your head.
and free the tears that you never shed
I fear it that when you wake up,
you'll realize, that you don't have the strength. . .
to love me anymore.
Sep 15, 2010
Sep 15, 2010 at 8:27 PM UTC
I fear the time when your eyes turns grey,
when the locks in your hair straighten,
and the locks in our hands loosen.
I fear it when you think of things that never did happen,
when my inaction forms imagery in your head.
and free the tears that you never shed
I fear it that when you wake up,
you'll realize, that you don't have the strength. . .
to love me anymore.
Vn13©2010 9.16
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