Remember the Good Times

I do not know what you have been told

I do not care where you are from

I am breaking from the fold

Aided by just some rum.

Breaching the day-to-day life

Everything looks so nice

Ever if you ask, I will never be a wife

So I am "sorry" if our friendship is on ice.

Glasses clinking over a warm fire

It all looks so perfectly

But I hope one day of I you will tire

And for once you will not move dejectedly.

Sunshine, daisies, warm green grass

So like the days of old

Why is everything so rash

When did you get so bold?

I sigh sadly to myself

Locking in my heart the sadness

Putting the book back on the shelf

I hope to one day find true happiness.