Fri, 08/11/2017 - 13:50 -- Eme1294

Picture of the past,

Replaced with pictures of you.

The fun times that turned sour then,

Is just history now.


Standing on the edge of ,

Dark and light,

We raise our hands, and

Bring love to a new future


Those worn out memories

Are gone,

Pushed away by the tides of

A new friendship.


Nothing they can do,

Can change the past,

But you can change,

The future.

This poem is about: 
My community


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