Here today, gone tomorrow.

God Demands more then just ok in our lives. This poem it’s as rough as God’s rath is we’re not. it’s very polite. But it’s still a serious thing.

No one really means it when they say they’re alright.

A follow up poem. Much more bitter, taking a far more negative outlook, but there is an undercurrent of hope.

The times change all of us.

More old shit. Depressed teen garbage.
I feel better now.

When they are gone, do they watch us from above?
sometimes its the only thing that keeps me going.

I’ve never had anyone like you in my life and no one will ever be able to measure up to you. I will for the rest of my life cherish the time we’ve had together. And I will always love you.

Everything is Okay.

It’s just a silly little poem I wrote. please leave comments. thank you.