I never really liked you before,
You were always rather loud.
I don't know why I befriended you for,
I sound like you; are you proud?
Were we ever close in the past?
Whenever I look back you're not there.
You're winning and I'm last,
You act as if you don't care.
I don't want to be friends with you.
The forgotten memories I'm grabbing on,
Don't even tempt me like they used to,
I would apologise but you're already gone.
YOU ARE READING
Flying Whales
PoesíaTwenty six letters repeated again and again to create a change in one's self. Poetry at its finest. Highest in poetry: #63 8/7/17
