When the time comes for my final words poured onto the last page of my journal, will I lose my soul in all the verses that I’ve weaved and composed? Will I be forgotten when my words turn into dust and finally become one with the night?
Will you remember me as the girl that you once easily loved, and how my words and poetry only tells stories of you and us?
In another lifetime if we meet again, would you finally remember how I have fallen from the stars just to search for you?
// maybe it's just December's air - or maybe it is just me who can't seem to forget you for long.
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