From the depths of dust rises:

This is a poem, that has been bugging me this week, and after much searching, i finally found it!

If 6 Were 9

If 6 were 9

You’d still be mine.

We would have been 19.

Would that have made

Everything alright?

I can’t get you out of my head.

I told you once

I’d love you forever.

I found out it’s true.

If 6 were 9

Everything would be fine.

I must have written this when I was 19, but some days it still holds true.