S U N K I S S E D.

For the years have long gone,

Where we once whispered being friends,

Forever, come eternity.

What happened to these promises,

Not ever followed through;

Like strings we held to hold us down,

Severed from our hands.

Back in the day, there was never the doubtr,

That shadows us today.

And our guilty thoughts, filled with 'what if's,

Is the language of adults.

Our tongues are filled with forlorn regrets,

Unlike that of a child.

Remember how we just wanted to grow up,

Grow. Up.

Yet now, we'd love to just go back.

Go. Back.

Remember the days where our every sentence

Began with 'how' and 'why'?

And the time we so wished would go by that much faster,

Is the same we wish to slow now.

It's that human triat that lets us down;

We all want what we can't have.