Thursday, December 30, 2010

I always thought it would be perfect
Your flowers still live
Though we are dead
I saw the future,
So bright and clear.
Everything planned out in front of my eyes
Moving so quickly
I’ve seen our wedding,
I’ve seen our first child,
I’ve seen supposed perfection,
I’ve seen our retirements,
Seen our death
Seen forever
It made me so scared
I couldn’t tell you.
I don’t know if I love you.

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