Summer after our senior year
The best days of our lives
The best parties
The best dreams
The best memories
It was supposed to be
The best days of our lives
Not enough was done
Not enough was said
Not enough was together
Together
Together we’ve laughed
Together we’ve hugged
Together we’ve dreamed
Together we’ve believed
Together we’ve loved
Together doesn’t last forever
The best days of our lives
Were spent apart
The best days of our lives
Were spent away
The best days of our lives
Are gone
These were supposed to be
The best days of our lives
My poems usually have a repeating line or rhythm. This one is more chaotic because the way i feel is chaotic. I hope you enjoy anyways.