GOOD TIMES
Good times don’t last
Fleeting, they vanish fast
Some leave memories sweet as gold
Others, scars that never heal
Lingering in the shadows of our hearts.
Just yesterday
I was all she had
Laughter filled the air
No room for sorrow
Good times were all we knew.
But time, once slow
Crawled upon our backs
Then, like lightning, it vanished
Leaving only echoes
As sorrow crept in, filling the void.
It left its mark on our hearts
But never a place to begin anew
Good times, like all human emotions
Fade into the past
Leaving us yearning for what cannot last.
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