Isn't it funny to think back on people that used to be such a big part of your life?
At one point those people you made memories with were so meaningful. You couldn't remember what it was like to be without them.
People are kinda like gardens.
Some like flowers, grow up during the summer, their bloom so beautiful. They make a memory within the dirt, where their roots have grown. But winter comes and they wither away, never coming back again.
But others, they come back year after year, their roots permanent down deep. They've rooted there in that garden for forever.
People in your life can be like that too.
Coming in only to wither away leaving roots deep within, and other grow every year just where they're meant to be.
YOU ARE READING
2:00 A.M.
PoetryThe moons out, I have a pen in hand. I wish I were writing the stars down by name, but these are only thoughts. Thoughts I like to call poems. ⭐
