We listened to his favorite songs
until we both could sing along,
never doubting for a moment
that good things never last.
So it wasn’t much of a big surprise
when we each said our own goodbyes.
It seemed to only be a second,
because the fun times go so fast.
Thinking about that saying, "Time flies when you're having fun."
and it rhymes? Weird.
I like writing poetry. Not all of it is going to be a historical epic or an ode to something. These are like little glimpses of the subway in my mind; my train of thought isn't always artsy or symbolic or deep or meaningful, but I like to think that art takes ordinary things and makes people see a sort of beauty in them. So, look around- I've been doing this for a while. Enjoy ♥
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