Another year.
Gone.
We all make promises to be better.
— with New Years resolutions
and traditions
that we know we'd never follow.
but we still keep making.
"Here's to the new year!" We'd raise a glass
Celebrating the new, as of the old won't follow
Call me bitter.
But I'll still be the same.
Another year,
I'll still bleed the same blood,
and still cry those salty tears.
I'll still mourn over the loss of of my friend — who's not dead
but only "lost"
And he's gone like last year.
We'll reminisce about the memories but never actually talk about what happened.
So just like that.
Another year.
Gone.
~k.w.a.v
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I wrote this on New Year's Eve and posted it to my Instagram. I forgot to post it here, but I don't think I'm too late. So here it is!
It is a little bitter, but it's truthful. Hope you enjoy.
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PoetryI write poems/poetry and just some thoughts that I have. I hope you enjoy them or feel emotions though them. .. My emotions are always all over the place. So you might read some poems that are really happy but then right after you might read one t...
