good times
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Why did no one tell us of
The wretched death of friendships
In the years of our flowering youth,
When all companionry seemed portentious
Of tomorrow? No expiration
Seemed to us inevitable, lurking
Drink, drank, drunk...
Kerplunk.
A woman across the bar has been eye fucking you for a while now
but you were too far gone to notice and that ship has sailed and sunk.
Felines vs. the K9s.
Heels on
Makeup done
Dress on
Picture posted
I'm here
Move out of the way
I'm gonna blow your mind
I'm gonna crush this tonight
Look out world
Here I come
Reaching out into the darkness of night
I count the flickering stars,
and watch the leaves dance like flames
glowing in the moon's silver light.
The wind runs its cool fingers through my hair,
Delicate blips spark a memory.
A swelling of silence; a swelling of impatience,
Followed by a combination of bird chirps and stones dropped in water.
Less than a year before I leave
So short time I can hardly believe
As that day approaches I start to reminisce
About all the things I'm going to miss.
My friends, my peers it has been six years
I am me
You are you
We are different in more ways than seem true
You are not perfect, and neither am I,
You are thin, and I am wide.
But while all of this is true,
On tuesdays,
We went to the movies.
And I wouldn't trade a dime,
To have worked those nights,
Instead of eating popcorn.
In June,
We went to the beach.
And the heat of the sand,
I do not see your physical body
Your physicality is beautiful beyond measure
Your personality eminates frequencies of joy beyond conception
Your character stands tall with virtue and honesty
