Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Sep 2014
You see we are not forever.
We are walking, talking, floating, Pieces of temporary.
Who will pretty soon fade away into dust…
That's why I don't try to get attached to much.
Because everything that comes,
Must eventually go.
Except for your aura,
And soul.
Temporary forevers.
Ari B
Written by
Ari B  Los Angeles,Ca
(Los Angeles,Ca)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems