We finally talked
But I wish we could take a walk..
Back to the creek
So we can again take a peek
Take a peek at the past
We both know it went by too fast
I wish it would last
But now I know,
Where we stand.
We stand right here,
In sinking sand.
No, not dried up on land.
But slowly sinking,
In this quick sand.
We don't know where it leads,
But we beg for the best.
Saying, "please don't take me, please!"
But we know it's not gonna listen,
We're gonna be gone like all the rest.
【b.a.-】
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Poetry for the Lonely
PoetryDifferent poems I've wrote at different hard times in my life. These situations will be relatable to you if you've ever had a heartbreak or lost a best friend or just simply felt like you're losing everyone around you and don't know why.. Including...
