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It's Been Nice
It's been nice,
All the highs, and the lows,
From mountains, to valleys, and even down in the dark abyss.
All the joyful Moments, Filled with mournful scorn....
It's been nice.
All the moments of glee in the sun
And the moon-lit nights full of fun.
The charismatic thoughts so free,
And our hearts so full of liberty!
It's been nice.
Moments alone with you
the number of two, united as one.
Together for eternity, we said,
Yet time told quite a separate tale.
But it's been nice...
And fun, and ecstatic!
All the while we hadn't seen it
The joyful lives, with dark clouded thoughts overhead,
Eventually, all tears had been shed.
But it's been nice....
Even the times of terror,
Our lives so immensely controlled by fear,
The Constant thought of what could possibly come next,
Eventually... the joy decided to fade.
But it's been nice.
Yet the colors of thine eyes remained
And upon my mind, your smile doth stained,
The image soon burned straight through,
How could this have become of me and you?!
...but it's been nice.
So nice, in fact, that the corners of our lives
Were lead so full of tact.
And the feelings i felt so strongly for thee
Began seeping into a sorrowful sea.
Yet where is thee now?!
believing in it all??
The tides have changed, but why, and how?!
And from the surges emerge the cries that I call.
But it's been nice.
I regret nothing.
Quite a cliche, I know.
And through all the mournful songs we sing,
From the skies, it begins to snow.
Yet not merely precipitation!
But the ashes of what had once burned,
The passion, the heart-felt songs so red-hot
With the love of thine life,
and mine as well.
But it's been nice.
These ashes settled around us
with its weight, our thoughts were suppressed.
These hearts so heavy
With the residue of what once was
And what could have become...
I regret nothing...
Not a single moment with thee,
Or my sail being thrust out to sea!
Not the moments of bitter exchange,
Nor the thoughts of all our shame!
I regret not a single thing!
The ashes have now settled...
And time has turned the page....
But it's been nice.

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