Sunday, 4 May 2014

friends. poem

I miss you more when your name lights my screen
and the pleasant reminder of 'my dear' sweeps me back
I wish for a moment we weren't growing up
that we were still in college innocently rolling around in the grass
awkwardly standing at house parties, drinking vodka from a plastic cup
but our lives are running away from us and times flying fast
It's like we blinked, we just took a nap
and woke up as grown-ups, can you imagine that?
that we grew up and didn't realise
that we all wouldn't be by each others sides
a photograph of friends,
is the best memory we've made
and now it comes to an end
and those pictures start to fade

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