Listening to the music
I used to bop to
In my younger years
Brings back memories
Better suppressed
Scrolling through the social media
Of my younger years
I remember
All of the people who
Used to be on it
But now aren't
Or are
But aren't on my friends list
Anymore
The chat rooms
Would always be full with messages
From friends wanting to talk
Send jokes
Memes
Instead
They now sit empty
Not a new message received
For years
Or one was received
It was just small talk
Asking if I wanted to use my car
And hang out
And drive around with them
In a city I detest
In high school
I thought I had a lot of friends
My mother warned me
Saying that
Once you're older
You'll be lucky to see some of them stay
That they'll all leave one day
I didn't believe her
Because I had friends
Who laughed with me
She can say I told you so now
I never thought
I'd be the lone wolf type
Over the social butterfly
But I guess I am
It's just depressing
I guess
Looking back to when things were better
What I have now
Is not what I thought I'd have
Back then
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Poetry Book 3
Poetrythird poem collection. they aren't in any particular order or anything like that, and after 100, there will always be a new one. if you've been here a while, I'm sure you know the drill. now, about the cover. it was a random Thursday, and an old fri...
