It’s the third of December
Don’t lose your fire my sweet pea
I hope things are getting better there
The world will be doing fine eventually
Try not to get too deep now, as what you were
I’d say that to myself too, really
I bet you remember
Those times when we get to behave naively
Times when we treat every day as fun as summer
When times were fun and free
Unfortunately, things are starting to change with different weather
But that’s okay, these things are still pretty
Don’t forget what life is for you, like different colors in
a blender
No matter what you get mixed into, we’d somehow end with art
Though beauty is still, in the eye of the beholder
People are there for you, but you just can’t seem to know which ones are true
People have different taste and so is life, life has different meanings
Myself as I am, I’m starting to think that life is telling me to endure for the
sake of my vision
The heart never lies, I guess everyone needs a hug now?
Well, I’d appreciate it if you’d gave me one
This is for you and for me, for the better us, Goodluck to the both of us
Not your typical inspiring poem but I hope it matters that I feel it too
Days, months, or even years I’d come back to this poem and say
a lot of time has passed since Third of December