Together we're gonna grow old.

Together we're gonna grow old.

A Poem by Elle-D2
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This is the spot where we shared our first kiss. The spot where we were supposed to take our kids.

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Swinging forward, falling back.
Giggling between our constant laughs.
Air races past us, playing with our hair.
A smile stretches across my face as the memories begin to unveil.
This is the spot where we shared our first kiss.
The spot where we were supposed to take our kids.
A special place you and I would go. 
Together we were gonna grow old.
Love changes, but you know it never dies.
That sweet sweet bond between you and I.
Well, it will never fade, but oh how it change.
A love so tender, it was treated with care.
It went and faded, through the years.
This is the spot where we shared our first kiss.
The spot where we were supposed to take our kids.
A special place you and I would go.
Together, we were gonna grow old.
Our kisses got more seldom, disappearing in time.
The soft whispers and flirting got left behind.
Our friendship grew stronger and our love seemed to change
Tomorrow we both know we will never be the same.
This is the spot where we shared our first kiss.
The spot where we were supposed to take our kids.
A special place you and I would go.
Together we are gonna grow old.
In this spot, we shared giggles and laughs.
We talking about feelings, love, and the facts.
Our love had changed between all our swinging forward and back.
To lovers became the best of friends.
Our love sure changed, but it didn't die.
We still share a bond that seems to strengthen with time.
This is the spot where we shared our first kiss.
The spot where we now take our kids.
A special place, both our families go.
Together, you and I, are gonna grow old.

© 2015 Elle-D2


Author's Note

Elle-D2
A country vibe?
Thoughts?

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Love it, because love do change but it good that it grows most don't know how to work at it and see it as something greater when it changes. Their wishful thinking of things will always be the same is only mean lust. The beginning stages of love but the end that ruin most. Keep up the good work

Posted 9 Years Ago



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Added on September 1, 2015
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Tags: love, relationship, growth, family, memories, life

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Elle-D2
Elle-D2

Canada



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A 20 something feeling lost in entitlement and the standards of an aging society. more..

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