Fun Times

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    Fun Times

    I sit here thinking to myself.
    Thinking about the good old days.
    Of all the fun times I used to have.
    And of all the people that
    Those times were with.
    There are so many people that
    I have forgotten about, but
    Then there are those that I
    Could never forget about.
    So many people that I cared about,
    But yet I lost them.
    Some of them I have lost for all eternity.
    One love, two loves, three loves gone.
    Never to return, never to
    Be heard from again.
    Was it something that I did?
    Or was it just “fate?”
    So many questions unsaid,
    So many questions unanswered.

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    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

    Reinn’s Poems (18)

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    Untitled 0
    Free as an Eagle 0
    Perfect Person 0
    Truthfulness 0
    Fun Times 0
    Fuck You 1
    Destiny Gone By 0
    Why? 1
    I Could Never Hurt You 1
    Broken Heart 1
    What Do You Do? 0
    Dreams 1
    Secrets 0
    The Way I Feel 0
    Baby Girl 1
    Fight for Sanity 0
    Our Relationship 1
    My Experience with Death 2