I remember
a long time ago
we used to be
the best of friends
talking, chatting
under that oak tree
in your backyard
we would swing
on the rubber tyre
and laugh our hearts out
as we watched the sun set
the red hues illuminating
the sky.
our sleepovers involved
pillow fights and ghost stories
which we both loved
and we would promise
not to fall asleep
every time
we would succumb
to our dreams.
looking back now,
wishing with all my heart
that we could go back
to what we once were.
your oak tree still bears
our initials indented
on the trunk
how I wish
our friendship lasted
just as long
as our initials
on your little tree.
D O Y O U R E M E M B E R ?
this is lowkey trash :(
poetry isn't really my
favourite to write but i
wanted to try something new.
