The Separation We Create

As unshaped as water, as filthy as streets, as hard as rocks:- The separation we create I remember our memories, I turn in pride I remember the days…, how we used to pass them by I remember the times…, when you wouldn’t talk And I would drive the words out of you I remember the plays, I remember that place The place of where we acted, the place that played with life I remember the jokes, I remember the silliness I remember all pride I remember the closeness, I remember the smiles But I remember the jerkiness, I remember and ask why I look at the pride I forget the memories, they’re all in line I remember the thoughts, the separation of some filthy joke Told by an unoriginal friend, as silly as snake, as separating as earth I miss the memories, I miss them deep None of this would happen if we just swallowed our pride