2 years ago1,000+ Views
maybe more you said more than friends or perhaps greater enemies ambiguous you broke off the defeat tangible what are two years between friends? why should two people drift apart? could I ever grow tired of listening to your voice? our laughter is fatal our energy contagious yet you speak of change you speak of times and places unknown you speak of years broken into days You speak of flowers dead ones~fading young ones~blooming you speak of us as if we are doomed cursed already forgotten and all we have is a day at a time You count the days while I count the months but the hours the days the months stay the same and still you speak of change ~maybe more
excellent, tho so freakishly the same as my time now maybe we had the same boyf!