Change
Photographs, memories, and smiles; what a waste
Capturing them again is a never ending chase.
Everything changes, nothing stays the same,
And we become haunted with memories we can never bring back again.
Left alone, in the dark,
Waiting for some light, anything, even a tiny spark.
But the world is empty, because everyone we loved is gone.
Everything is over, finished and done.
Capturing them again is a never ending chase.
Everything changes, nothing stays the same,
And we become haunted with memories we can never bring back again.
Left alone, in the dark,
Waiting for some light, anything, even a tiny spark.
But the world is empty, because everyone we loved is gone.
Everything is over, finished and done.
♠ ♠ ♠
Random poem, sort of how I feel.I know it's shit, I'm not a poet.