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Five Centuries

I wear your bangles on my wrist

By Frankie MartinelliPublished 4 years ago Updated 4 years ago 1 min read
Five Centuries
Photo by Marco Mons on Unsplash

I wear your bangles on my wrist

Not my thing usually,

but I'll get used to it

Falling in love at Thirty

You were the perfect plot twist

Falling in love,

so unlike me,

but with you

How could I resist?

When you're here

You leave the light on in every room

Five days,

or Five Centuries

I like to think

There is a place for me and you

Three years

All the memories

Tell me there is a place for you and me

I wear your bangles on my wrist

Not my thing usually,

but I'll get used to it

Falling in love at Thirty

You were the perfect plot twist

Falling in love,

so unlike me,

but with you

How could I resist?

When you're here

You leave the light on in every room

Five days,

or Five Centuries

I like to think

There is a place for me and you

Three years

All the memories

Tell me there is a place for you and me

love poems

About the Creator

Frankie Martinelli

Musician.

All work is copyrighted, and is my own.

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