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You and I would be dreaming tonight.
Time would be counted by the flickers of the lamplight.
1,
2,
3.
And I would look upon the light of your eyes,
But now.
It's the shattered reflection in the water,
Telling the story of crushed hopes and broken love.
The lights.
The hope.
The love.
Dead.
And I'll whisper,
Do you remember?
When we believed we could be young forever?

 

*r and r please

 

Thanks

 

And you're my LoHo 

 

u iz a nard

 

Please r and r 

Need to know if this is the poem I should submit into a poetry anthology 

 

 Aw, pix, I'm touched! 

 

Thanks Kay and Mia 

 

Much appreciated guys! 
Thanks for the feedback, definitely going to submit.

 

 peace secily 