We partied as if we would die tomorrow,
We laughed like it was the last,
And we kissed as if we were never going to again,
You see, we were the ones people called idiots,fools,losers,wild ones, the bad kids,
But they never knew we only did this cause we knew we could die tomorrow,
But they thought they'd live forever,
So who is the real fool now?
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Poetry 2
PoetryLove is nothing but being strangers, then friends, best friends, lovers, and then it all crashes down, and your strangers once more.
