It was great,
When it was first made.
However, things took a turn
And all of it was burned.
If only I could turn back time,
I would erase each grime.
Maybe we were just a test,
Maybe I was just a test;
And all of this,
Was just a challenge,
A moral and
A trial.
But even so,
It was nice to grow
With people who are now
Labeled as ago.
YOU ARE READING
Regardless,
PoetryHey there! This is a compendium of heartfelt poetry, quotations, and tales-- where I convey my sentiments; from joyful to melancholy. A form of art that the majority is unfamiliar with, a form of art that utilizes words, an art. I hope that through...
