deetruthofit
Sunday, December 13, 2015
WHEN
When the stars
Fall from the sky
When newborn babies
Cease to cry
When snowstorms
Come in July
When mockingbirds
No longer ask why
When all tears
Miraculously dry
When no one will
Or even try
...Maybe then i'll stop loving you!
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