These Pictures - Poem by Bella Ski
I found these pictures in my room
And the memories of when we were little began to bloom
Do you remember when I had blue eyes?
or playing those insane games and me beating all the guys?
How about the late night scary tales?
The ones that were told through those forest trails
Remember how we went outside early when the sun shone bright
and stayed out really late into the night?
We stared at the stars while laying on the cars
and picked at the grass while dreading the thought of upcoming class
Seeing these pictures made me smile
Cause I haven't seen you guys in a while.
There came a day when some moved away
and the other never again came out to play
the days got colder and we grew older
and now I look at these fixtures, seeing that we are no longer friends, nope we are now only pictures
Topic(s) of this poem: best friend, childhood
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