the future of love

Friday, October 21, 2016

This were a poem about
miscoordinated verbs: How they
informs our life just by
being who they is.

I once love a woman
names Marylou. I did not dared
makes one false move.
Even in the future, she knew.

When will I met her? It
were unclear, but someday, someday,
with roses and greeting cards
I has announced my love.

Children, do not followed
my pathway to here.
It will have led me
to such deep despair.

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