I remember that one time,
When all we did was laugh.
And before that you would try,
You would try to give me a bath.
Now that was long ago,
And those days have passed.
But now it seems so far away,
And the memories have left.
But only some of them,
And the ones that've stayed,
They've been reduced to the happy-sad parts.
Because remembering you
is one of the hardest things I'll have to do.
I know you wouldn't want for this to happen,
But you knew,
And I did too,
That it eventually would.
That day has come,
Actually,
It came a while ago,
But it feels like it was yesterday.
I remember the time where we just sat there,
Looking at pictures of us.
And we did that,
Over and over.
Now I'm trying to replicate the same feeling.
But it's not working.
With me in your spot,
And I don't know what to do.
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Okay for some reason, I was singing this in my head while I was writing. Does this happen to anyone else? Or is it just me?
~liquidmoonlight74/Olympusaddict
YOU ARE READING
Darkest Times
PoetryYou might not have a difficult life, but millions of others do. They might seem like they're alone, but they're not. The darkest times of our lives are the ones that will stay with us forever.
