Good Things Come To An End - Poem by Crystal Pierce
All good things eventually end.
Just like a relationship with a childhood friend.
Books you thought would last forever,
but it never happens. Never!
A heart of gold,
eventually becomes cold
Young joints become week,
and that strong voice becomes meek.
All things end at on point
Just like a smoke of a joint.
We won't last forever
But we can make it seem forever.
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