(This is a mini one, for now)
Missing the past is like a stab in the gut
Knowing that things were better then
It's a dangerous rabbit hole
I tell myself not to think too hard
But there was an era when no one saw today coming
It was all a distant non-reality
We didn't realize that what we had was beautiful
So look around, don't let this moment pass
Because someday you'll see
The future can't take you back
YOU ARE READING
Lyssa's Poem Book
PoetryJust me ranting about my feelings through poetry, because why not?