Falling skies, teary eyes, broken dreams, and all too distant memories.
Nothing is the same while playing the game. Life, the game where we all are not suppose to be the same. In life we all are some one new once we begin. We have emotions, families, and most of us try to fit in.
We have our good memories and bad ,but life is going to always be that way. Everyone has their part in the game. Nothing changes but of who we truly are and who we want to be. We all start new and grow old but on the way other fall short and end the game earlier than others.
Some are about to finish some fully have finishes the game. When the games ends no one never truly knows what happens after that. The falling skies, teary eyes, broken dreams, and all too distant memories fade and maybe just maybe they will ask if you want to play again.
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My poems
PuisiThese are some poems I write when I get bored. I hope you like them. Thanks to my friends I am posting this.
