Hands raiseAs the ball dropsNew chances arriveAs past ones are lost
Confetti fluttersFalling down fastLips crashAnd plastic cups clash
Fireworks and cheersTrace the evening with lightYoung boys and young girlsToo easy to excite
Pictures frame the crowded hallsMemories of loved ones left to rot on dry wall
I'll meet new peopleAnd find old ones, tooThey help me forgetAbout me and you
We both have moved onI'm sure of thatBut we tend to forget Once we get a taste of the past
Without youDecember is bleakI can't live in the pastBut I might take a peekYou bring me upAsk friends how I've beenIt still hurts to knowYou might always be "him"
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use your words- a poetry collection
PoetryJust a collection of unused lyrics, songs, or poems that I'm in the process of writing. Take inspiration from these words if you'd like and enjoy. :)
