The Lost Years

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Vintage Publishing
A time that I don't like to think about

Submitted: February 10, 2019

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I hate thinking about, the two years post-graduation,

We hit a fork in the road, and went different directions.

Our bond is so strong, that it can transcend nations,

So that’s why, I deem that period “The Lost Years.”

 

The whole crew fell apart, that fact helps ease the guilt

That I felt inside, the deep bleeding cracks of my glass heart.

Can’t fathom how I callously threw away everything that we built,

And now I consider you my best friend, I almost fucked it all up.

 

Swayed by the silver tongue of a demon, I was lead astray,

Became a sheep, and soon enough I was betrayed by the hearder,

Left for dead on the curb side, missing halcyon days of horseplay,

Maybe we’re soulmates, cause we eventually found each other, again.

 

Sum up our lives as lines on a graph, and you’ll find they run parallel,

It’s a bit fucking creepy, how we struggle and succeed at the same time.

And it’s a wonderful feeling, to be the same shitstorm as somebody else.

If I ever need to escape from my own life, I just have to ring your doorbell.

 

We might not share the same DNA, but I can assure you that we’re brothers,

Truly a ride or die situation, in sickness and in health, yet we won’t get married.

At the end of December, we’ll be together, through the beginning of January,

Let’s ring the Liberty bell and take some more shots, to ring in every new year.

 

It’s comforting that you’ve always got my back, and I’ve always got yours,

Though we’re both honest enough, to call each other out on our bullshit.

The strongest bonds are always forged, within the valley of misfits,

We don’t conform to societal standards, we thrive in our own environment.

 

I hate thinking about, the two years post-graduation,

We hit a fork in the road, and went different directions.

Our bond is so strong, that it can transcend nations,

So that’s why, I deem that period “The Lost Years.”

 


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