As of January 14, 2017, I wish I could turn back time.
A time before I lost a love of mine.
You never know true love until you find the one.
The one that completes you like the moon and the sun.
Anything can happen in this world we call "life."
It can either walk beside you, or stab you with a knife.
Cherish the ones you love, before it's too late.
Time waits for no one, not determined by fate.
To this poem, I dedicate.
To a loved one whom I cherished.
Is now perished.
I love you so much.
To the littlest things in life, not just a touch.
*R.I.P. Kevin Michael Napiorkowski.*
About the Creator
Yadiry Guevara
I am 4ft 7". I am a tomboy. Obsessed with skulls. I love wrestling, Cubs, poetry, and Blackhawks. My favorite color is red. Zodiac sign is a Sagittarius. In love with my Kevin. Kindhearted. LGBTQ+ Friendly and Pansexual. StraightEdge.
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