A time comes
When things change
Likes drums
At a close range
She becomes lonely
The friends she's lost
The one and only
At a cost
She becomes crossed
With one hope
Exhaust
She can't cope
Feels worthless
She's trying
No purpose
But lying
She's crying, relying
But dying, an' denying
She knows not
Hell she's grown
But she's forgot
She's not alone
One day
This is strange
All that weighs
Will someday change
She will change
As the time flies
Things rearrange
And she will be wise
She'll rule her kingdom
All beside
In all freedom
No reason to hide
At a close range
Like drums
Things change
As time comes
Inspired by remembrance of a friend of mine whom I have not seen in a couple of years. I figured maybe I should get back into poetry, although I was never as good as they were. They were special to me, and they will always be special to me.
Also tried my hand at rhyming, not sure how well I did, but there was a lot of emotion behind this piece.
