Hey guys, I’m having a hard time and you know my usual style; rant it out in poetry.
Everything is temporary.
Friends are temporary,
Despite all their words of ‘Forever’
Emotions are always temporary,
Trust is always temporary,
Secrets are always temporary,
Families are always temporary.
Hell, even our lives on this earth are temporary.
Through all of this, we grasp for what is
What is one single thing that is
It’s almost a relief to hear the word.
But that relief is temporary too,
Even love is temporary.
It can fade.
It can change.
It can move on.