In the end they all just leave.
You think you won't be alone
They'll end your reprieve.
But when your youth is over
They all are gone.
Never to be seen.
Even your closest friends
Ones who call you Best
Will take off
From your constricting nest
And you are really alone
YOU ARE READING
'Nevermore Than A Few Words'
Poetry"Dear god, make me a bird so I can fly, far far away from here." Jenny Curran
