Gets Old Poem by Kewayne Wadley
Gets Old
I hope that this feeling never
Gets Old.
It may speed up, sometimes
Slow down.
Your voice. The way you move.
Goosebumps amplify the time.
Obsessed & forever young,
Never aging. Never growing old.
Of all things I hope this is one
We're doomed to repeat.
Deviating from where we originally
Placed ourselves, when it comes
To each other.
Of all things,
I hope that this is one of the things
We're doomed to repeat
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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