One day he'll remember
my eyes and my laughter.
He will be sorry for not leting in
emotions and feelings that were erupting
that captured my heart, captured my Soul.
I will be older , so much wiser.
I will philisophically look at my life.
I will remember his smell, though may be...
at least I hope to remember his name.
I 've lived quite enough
some schoolmates are grandmothers.
My eyes are fulfilled with roads and trips.
Tommorow will come , I 'll laught like a silly.
I will be alright , My wound will be healed...
One day he ll remember
© Copyright: Екатерина Передереева, 2018
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