We were kids
You always drove the bus
I knew that bus
Even long after your mom drove you away
We were kids
And I didn't have a phone
Meeting you was too hard
Without being in class
We were kids
And four provinces over
Too many differences
It just wouldn't work
Now I'm not a kid
There aren't parents driving or flying you away
It's just us, on our own
And yet I'm still losing you
This time it's neglect
I thought I could keep a friend forever,
If we were in the same place
But it turns out
I've never felt farther then
when you lived down the street
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Allusions of Life // Poetry
PoezjaThe simplest way to convey something is through beautiful, simple words. They portray the most complex, and the most layered issues. Whether it's the daydreams I fantasize, or the issues of the world, I will write about it. This is my poetry. This i...
