We'll never know when the end is near.
So you all must love your friends and peers.
The day of when it all ends?
Maybe then that's when the message sends.
I wish the clock could turn back time.
Even just to hear you say I'm fine.
All those times I never thought.
That you would have one last shot.
I miss the days of laughing and running.
I miss the nights that were or so stunning.
I miss you.
YOU ARE READING
My Poetry
PoetryThese are just types of poems that come to my mind. Some may refer to me while others won't.
