I Miss Those Times Poem by Olivia Anne

I bury our photograph into the ashes of the fire
Didn’t know you could be such a liar
I throw away the gifts you gave to me
What friends we used to be

Reading all our secret notes
And our inside quotes
I miss those times
I take away the best friend sheets
And the trophies to our sport team meets

Why can’t it be like that again?
But then again
Dreams don’t just disappear
We could keep dreaming them here

You used to listen to my problems
Now its as if you are the problem
Please can we stay friends
And remember the times we held hands
Please, because I miss those times