Sunday, September 7, 2008 played with fire at
So the day has come,
All those good old time are now just memories to be remembered,
None the less,
I shall remember them though as time ravages on,
I might be the only soul that does,
Because as we grow,
We don't lose friends,
We just learn who the real ones are,
And so you know who you really are in my life,
How much you all mean to me,
Hoping against the odds that we'll be the same as how we were before,
To just be talking about any random matter,
Never deciding our next destination right on the spot,
Always walking around the streets in our group of four,
So the day has come,
that we might be walking different paths now,
Doing different things,
Talking to different people,
Each memory forged without any of us in it together.
So the day has come,
We create another great time,
Just us in this very group of four
And yes I know,
This is definitely not a poem,
Too horrible to be one,
Too horrible to even call one
Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must lead.
-Charles Bukowaki
Ah found it XD:
It's sad when people you know become people you knew.
When you can walk right pass someone like they were never a big part of your life.
How you used to be able to talk for hours & how now, you can barely even look at them.
IT'S SAD HOW TIMES CAN CHANGE
LOL! the horor of random blabber XD
Enjoy, most of them are nice ones XD
9/07/2008 01:56:00 PM
