Slipping

Just when things start to get better they slip away

Almost as if the world knows I don’t deserve good

Good things don’t happen to me

I am weary of things that do

Great things always disappear

Never last

Always gone

There is no Forever

There is no Always

No matter, doesn’t matter

Ever and ever are lies

Everything slips away

Maybe I will too

 

-thoughts I’ll never speak

 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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