Where did the times go?
Used to be a child all I did was play
Suddenly out of nowhere life became grey
The good times when everything was still okay
Now have faded away
Friends became lost in the mist
Barely ticked anything out of my bucket list
Everything I knew has burned
I had no idea into who I would be turned
The future became uncertain
A lot of emotions to maintain
The past was suddenly a comfort
And then after a while no more
I watched them leave
My point of view they did not perceive
I locked into myself and threw away the key
Who I truly was they could no longer see
We used to sit on the swings
The air would give us wings
The rainbows we watched
The cards and toys we swatched
It's all gone by now
I can't help it and ask how and why?
I should've known we'd drift apart
I couldn't see it would break my heart
And I would have to take a fresh start
Is it my fault I sometimes wonder
Walking around and I ponder
Everything I left behind
And everything I will later find
We sat on swings once more
It's what doesn't happen anymore
Your phone played a certain song
The memory struck me it's been so long
I thought I know who to trust
Until everything became a pile of dust
Winds gust blew it off a few times in a row
The passage of time is unstoppable
You can't stay, run or hide
What you see will be swept off by the tide
Nothing lasts forever and never will
Water running through the wheel of a mill
Wondering why I'm wasting my life
Memories stab my back like a knife
Who would've known this is how it'll end
It used to be good until it no longer was
I stood on the hill and watched from afar
Seeing it all fall and break into pieces
The present we know ceases
The unimaginable has been happening
I watch society break by the coldest of hearts
A child with a positive view on mind
It has now grown up no longer blind
A new chapter will soon begin
I'll have to start all over again
The future is uncertain
An unknown call might end it all
We were friends now we are strangers
We used to be close now we are far
Thousand miles gone the past is lost in the moon
The passage of time cannot be stopped
It might not have turned out how we hoped
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Red Roses and Black Crows
PoetryThe red blood of what we fought, the tears and the hard work crumbled apart, and the ashes of rebirth. Red rose, the love and passion, and the black crows of freedom and change, we had to break apart and transform, to become who we are today. And th...
