The Good Things?

Apr 10, 2008 - 20:59 PM PST

They say that the good things come and go like seasons.
One minute the sun is shining the next there's clouds and snow.
Sometimes, Just sometimes I wish that I could.
Come and Go from place to place, year to year.
When I find that perfect time, where I feel at home, I'll freeze time.
Like that faded photograph hanging from the wall in your room.
The glass picks up the hues from your lights and bedding.
Once the lights go out though, so do the colors.
Everything turns to black.
Yes, there might be a faint glimmer of light passing through the window.
A faint glimmer of hope in your heart that I still want to stick around.
Why can't I live in that moment in that photograph for forever?
You smiling at me and laughing.
What happened to us?
It's almost as if out friendship has come and gone.
Like the seasons before the apocalypse.





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