We Were Only Youths

Cheyenne Smith

I deeply miss the way we used to communicate each day

Our friendship ended up like a tooth undergoing decay

Maybe we can make amends someday

Who knows?

I was there for you in your electrifying highs and your shattering lows

Our friendship had a few cons but even more pros.

 

 

Full of a high level of ignorance

We were only youths

We also were showing a large amount of innocence

Towards the end came many home truths

You know they say that ignorance is bliss

What we did have is something I tend to reminisce

Our connection eventually became a sense of paralysis

If only I could delve more deeply into your mind by using psychoanalysis.

 

I have lost many friends over the years

The endings of relationships have caused so many tears

I have changed for the better since we parted

I’ve often remained lonely because I struggle to get on with my peers

One day I want us to become wholehearted

To be able to recreate our friendship with a glass of pink champagne and a massive cheers

  • Author: Cheyenne Smith (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 22nd, 2021 07:23
  • Category: Friendship
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Comments3

  • L. B. Mek

    'Full of a high level of ignorance
    We were only youths
    We also were showing a large amount of innocence
    Towards the end came many home truths
    You know they say that ignorance is bliss
    What we did have is something I tend to reminisce'
    such a relatable depiction, of friendship's fleeting connections..
    a great read, thanks for sharing
    (there is a song by the eternally iridescent Aaliyah, titled
    'I miss you'
    and while, her lyrics - lend
    to friendship, entwined
    within youthful love,
    I can't help but relate
    that same
    intensity of longing, for a connection
    that was once, everything
    in your life;
    something I empathise with
    far, too easily
    for it, to be healthy)

  • spilleronsheet

    This poetry of yours
    Paints a scene of mine
    Had a soul who was never apart
    Yet we departed on our own ways
    Dear poet your starting lines with the tooth decay touched me inside
    Well crafted dear poet

  • Goldfinch60

    I am sure that one day you will have that glass of champagne together Chyenne.

    Andy



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