We've drifted apart,
We've lost touch,
All I have are these pictures,
I relive each moment as I see them,
I get hit by nostalgia each time,
I think of the days spent laughing
And the nights that went by crying,
Each memory I captured, tells story,
Story of the days spent surrounded by friends,
The matches played,
Competitions participated in,
The projects that turned classmates in to friends,
The lectures that united the last bench,
The little things that made us kids
The bus journeys spent singing,
The classes we turned into fish markets,
But now those are all memories, ones I shall not get to repeat.
We've drifted apart
We've lost touch,
We've all grown so much
©unknownwriter007
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Penning It Down
PoésieAs the name suggests, this is me penning down my thoughts. You can find them on my Instagram handle too. If you like what you read do vote, share and comment, being appreciated for your work feels good Rankings as of 27/04/2020 #6 in Poems #15 in St...
