Many friends we've made here, initials on the wall
Happy times we've shared here, chairs on a wooden floor
Creativity has thrived here, homemade costumes strewn about
Much life I lived here, echos of songs the mirror heard sung
It didn't last forever, I always see that proved
Forever turned to never, minds became crude
Lasting was a happy thing, now I know of pain
It was safe and oh so good, we left it for the rain
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Ode to Life
PoetryIt's chaos to figure out how to live. To love yourself, to love others, to create, to destroy. It's just life. But maybe... just life isn't a bad thing? You can't have good without the ugly. This has all my poems combined, this'll be my only poetry...
