Our worlds were empty
All we had was ourselves
Yet that was plenty
We were invincible
Nothing could break us
We could reach even the highest pinnacle
I taught you
As you taught me
We almost had a breakthrough
Times got tough
We lost hope
You held me when it got rough
We were pushing each other to stay above the surface
Losing grip
There was nothing but dreadfulness
Our worlds became separate
As we drifted apart
The memories became explicit
As I look back in time
With a new sense of clarity
I see all of your grime
Now that I’m older
Grown and mature
I see that you can be okay in life as a loaner
- Author: Observant (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: August 21st, 2017 11:28
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 30
Comments1
A good example of perceptive rhyming and I love the message ending this verse - - well done Gina.
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