Will I be a memory?


Amazing poetry by a talented writer.

The dark ink

Will the dance turn a memory
From the night of our wedding,
On a song we claim ours;
That know naught of words.

Will the laughs turn a memory
That echo through our walls,
From the time we acted like kids
Who know naught of fate.

Will our love turn a memory
When they say the case is closed,
Though we took a vow;
For the death to do us ‘part.

Will I turn a memory
When you and I part;
Of words, roses and letters
That know naught of time!

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