You're still the only friends I've ever had,
Still the ones who made it count,
Now we're trading DVDs for eyeshadow palettes,
Well, I guess that's growing up.
For every time that you stuck by me,
Through my mistakes and all the pain,
I carved a mark right through my skin,
Placed the implant right in my brain.
I know we'll never be as close as before,
And all the plans that we had made,
To move to London and rent a student hall,
Are now irrelevant as the break of day.
You can still be Ophelia's godmothers,
Not like I've found anyone to replace,
You can still come over at the break of dawn,
And spend the entire day.
You and I can still both sneak out,
Have our parents' heads in a mess,
When they're unsure of our whereabouts,
They're the only ones in distress.
Thank you for sticking by me,
Thanks for working through the thick and thin,
I know the feeling's no longer mutual,
But you truly are my best of friends.
You know the moment you change your mind I'll come running,
Drop all my things and take flight,
All you have to say is that you need me,
And I'll leave these sorry days behind.
Those nights that I stayed up with you,
Having homemade pizza at twelve a.m,
Drinking and dancing 'til the sun came up,
Church in the morning, ain't no change of plans.
A powerful youth,
Still the only thing I'll ever hold,
Apart from me and you,
And every single damn page we burned and turned.
It was a feeling of forever,
Smoking in the pink sunrise,
Not a real tobacco product,
But them candy sticks with stickers outside.
You're my statue of nostalgia,
All I'll think about is you,
Maybe if I say the right words,
We'll both know them to be true.
Say they'll last forever,
All the blood promises we'd made,
Every issue that I faced with you,
Every inch of my sorry soul I gave!
Run back to me in a hurry!
Say you miss me, too!
Say things aren't as good as they seem,
With them pretty girls at school!
Say what we had was better,
Say it made more sense,
Cause right now I don't see forever,
And my luck's hanging by a single thread!
I don't wanna start all over,
I don't wanna make new friends,
I fell in love with our symphony,
I fell in love with our trends.
You dirty damn rebel,
My favourite bastard friend,
Thank you for all the trouble you gave,
Friends until-
The end.
Now we're old money,
Once had worth but no longer gold,
Our fabric's slowly tearing,
But my heart still aches- it hurts!
I know I'm the dramatic one,
What I say next will make things worse,
I'll love you 'til the day I die,
Or vice-versa,
Whichever comes first.
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Future Nostalgia
PoesíaIn which I put my childhood, flaws, experiences and mistakes into words. It's not perfect poetry, half of these don't even rhyme. It's just a bunch of stuff I could no longer keep inside. These poems reflect how things have always been, what happene...
