From times and cold and old,
There are people I've known.
Once I called them my own,
Now I use the words "used to know"
From times gold and bold,
There are moments to behold.
When hugs and smiles were how we used to greet,
Now I wonder if we'll ever meet.
But time's such a tragic fairyland,
Falling into it like quicksand,
Ever wonder of the people that grow old?
Forgotten promises, and stories untold
Skimming through the pages like a timeless wine,
I think I remember the days we felt divine,
like gods, memories etched on the back of my head.
I wish we had stayed, but oh! Times race.
So for the people I've known,
I will always remember
Maybe we will meet,
At the end of December
Maybe not
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Nostalgia Fever
PoetryFor when you're lonely, and forget who you are... nostalgia season welcomes you :) "There is nothing worse than keeping your thoughts to yourself, letting it eat you from the inside." "Hold on, to the memories They will hold on to you" ...
