My Poetry

Good Things

Looking back at all the good times,
Remembering all the memories we made.
We smiled in the moment,
But do we smile now?

Fun dates and shared times,
Turn into harsh reality.
Good things come to an end
And life is but a dream.

I told you that I love you.
You told me that you love me.
But did we mean those words,
Or was it cause of the physical?

It's easy to say I love you,
But it's hard to really mean it.
Did we really mean it?
I don't know.

I tell you that I don't,
But I still do.
I think I'm over it,
But I am not.

We shared so much, did so much,
And said so much.
All for what?
For everything to end?

People come and go.
Good things come to an end.
I figured you would stay,
But I suppose that I was wrong.

When it comes to me,
Nothing stays around.
Things were so great,
Until they weren't.

Good things come to an end.
Time and time again.

- Nausikaa Arai