A Day In July Poem by Victoria Hardy

A Day In July



If we were to die in this moment…
What would be the last thing we remember?
Would it be our eyes…?
So in love…

Or would it just be us being silly again?
Taking photos like we will
Never be young again…
Trying to cover each other's faces

It could also be me
Admiring your soft ginger hair
Or the freckles of your face
Surrounded by a loud crowd that we don't hear


This feels like
Being drunk in love
Dizzy of your scent, probably.
But I want to stay in this moment.
Forever young and in love.

Saturday, July 9, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: drunk,eyes,forever,love,memory,moment,poem,silly,youth,crowd
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
I dedicate this poem to the young, cute couple that I've seen a few days ago who inspired me to write this. They were quite young and sweet. I will always respect young people's loves.
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