In sickness and health, I was told on that day
Forever and after, beyond going grey
If I knew back then, the things I know now
This life would be different, some way, some how
If I could have trusted myself more than you
I might have done, what any man may do
Yet I was a boy, in the prime of my youth
Still so afraid of the soul crushing truth
Sombering...like truth. But
Sombering...like truth. But I'll take it any day over fantasy. ;-)
...♡♥♡ Really like this one.
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "