Why do things have to change?
Can’t we all just stay the same?
People won’t fall out of love
And walk away without any shame.

Our love would last forever.
Butterflies wouldn’t fly away.
Words would be less harsh,
But nothing’s the same today.

Loving looks take place often
Instead of few and far between.
The looks would be of passion.
Not resentment or just plain mean.

Kisses would be desired
Not out of habit or familiarity.
But on in intimate level
Like where we used to be.

©KJ Suicide