Wednesday, October 9, 2013

More Poetry

We used to laugh,
We used to cry,
For hours and hours,
Till dawn was nigh.

Both young and full,
Of life's best spice,
And neither knew,
There was a price.

Our stories twined,
About a core,
That all was us,
And wanted more.

And through the years,
The time we've lent
To social hours
We shan't repent.

But that was then,
And this is now.
In others' bough.

My dear old friend,
It's time to go.
You hold me back,
You make me slow.

My time, I think,
You're now the crook,
And so I close
Your page, Facebook.

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