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Jul 2016
I think why it's tough
Is because my memories with you are more than vivid enough
It's like last summer was yesterday
And then I remember moving and I remember college and it becomes so far away
I look at the bucket list and it all seems fake
The picnics, arepas, bean hollow,strip PKs.. even our time in the Michigan lakes

I hang with other people and am truly having so much fun
It's just that there is something gnawing at my heart telling me I'm missing someone

Time passed and I thought I missed the idea of you
But now I'm beginning to realize what is really true
That maybe it's not the idea it's the you that i  miss maybe the other people that have walked into my life don't cut it not because they aren't like you but because they aren't you

And I wish instead of writing poems I could write raps
So maybe there would be an end to the song instead of an unending prose that has and will go on so long
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I'll call her snow
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