daisies are growing in the sun
in the warmth he once brought
in the light; we had our fun
but now we're left to rot.
we're nothing but the past
in a dangerous place
the fun went too fast
no wonder I'm moving on at a slow pace
it's time to let go
i'll miss you so
goodbye, from beyond.
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Heights
PoetrySome mountains are too high some valleys are too low some wrongs are too right and rights feel so wrong but life? it complicates everything it makes you feel even when you don't want to it's just the height of the situation
