It was last night,
a bad exam remind me,
of the strange times,
that we passed together,
floating in worse falls.
I remembered you,
sometimes happy,
sometimes crying,
always dreaming,
life purpose seeking.
Oh, these were times,
where a bad fall,
was just one like many.
It were depressed times,
that together we made worth,
like a plant growing in winter,
with only the sun,
to help it somehow.
These were good times,
late up in bed,
searching a tomorrow,
fearing our separation,
like we already know,
it was meant to go.
Oh, these were good times,
hope you loved them,
because I sure did.
About the Creator
The Mager
Just a man in a mission.
Studying nuclear aerospace applications by day,
dreaming in the arts by night,
living in a contrast between me, my dreams and my destiny
The Duelist
The rays of a dying red sun flashed against the onrushing blade. The grey beards say the key to dueling lies in size, speed, reach, righteous fury, whatever the person in front of them pays them to say. Matteo knew better than any it was none of these and had an undefeated record on these sands to prove it.
By Matthew J. Fromm2 days ago in Fiction
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