*A request from a friend who had hers to keep. I swore to let it be seek. For this is for another friend who she gave the chance thus it went wasted for it was called done.
As Days Pass By
Not a day goes by that I don't think of you.
I wish and hope you could say the same.
I struggle like my good friend, yes that's true.
Damn, I feel like I've been hit by a train.
Now, all of these fast heart beats,
All of these secret glances.
Makes me feel so bittersweet,
I know I'm losing chances.
So, as the days pass by,
I'll demolish what's left of these,
It's hard to say goodbye,
Don't let me say it, please, please, please.
Written By: A.P., who keeps reading my poems even if it was all at none but a waste to said it is written for all nothing but for a strong hatred and carelessly fun.
