I wrote your name in the sand at the beach but the tide washed it away. I wrote death into my arm with a knife and it stayed. You told me never to hurt myself again or you have to do it to. I never felt someone care about me the way you do.
If I had one wish I wish you could see the way you kiss me. How i get butterflies in my stomach when we talk about our future together. I can't wait to see our love as strong as ever with each day we go together. You just said I am your all and i love you.
By Marie Cochran
July 10,2016
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem