i wasn't worried until i started writing poems about you

consider falling

and how little it is considered

once it has begun;

consider the notion

of spiraling downwards

without the fear of being young;

consider our hearts,

who have not considered us at all,

but have decided without us

that it is our turn to fall.

consider tomorrow

and consider it mine

for as far as i'm concerned,

we're henceforth intertwined.

so consider it so,

and consider me yours,

consider our moment of peace

enough to stop wars.

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