Simple days
The days that
Could be constructed out
Of laughter and stories
The days I would do anything to
Go back to
And then
Leave it all behind
Dam
It it aches
The memories
Of the smiple days
I miss the devotion
The lack of bitterness
You.
You never got old.
But you were never simple
I was stupid, silly
To think we could
Just Stay
The simple days
Regret gumbles on calendars
And scribbled out with daniel
I barely remember
The times were I actually
Thought you could
Be just a simple best friend
That I wouldn't feel so judged
Hated and
strange
Under your so not simple gaze
I miss you.
I miss you so much.
Trying to keep something simple
When it
Is just a jumble of words
Inspiration: best friend
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One Chance Encounters With Some Words
PoetryPoems. About life. About chance. About pain. About me. And about every word in between *Completed* P.s These poems are of me as an angsty middle schooler. I do hope you enjoy them, but I also apologize about the mild cringe that could occur. P.p.s...
