The word on your postage stamp makes you falter
Not the phrases and well-constructed sentences inside the letter you're sending to the person that you love
That one word in front of the painted flowers
Mountain ranges
The American flag waving in every season's foreground.
It's a word that's thrown around so often, but believed so little
What lasts forever?
Gravestones weather
Diamonds chip
Buildings crumble and freeways sink.
What lasts forever?
The words you said in that white dress you put so much emotional attachment in?
The short words and strong embraces exchanged between your sheets?
The memory of your Grandmother as she said her last goodbye?
"Nothing lasts forever"
She said with a melodic tone
But forever isn't an awfully long time
It's a created amount of time, imagined by the poets
The philosophers
The man on the moon.
Forever is a human concept
An idea in a world that is consistently different
We're changing every day we wake up
Were new people with every dream we vividly enjoy
We are able to be different with each new drug we try.
You aren't the person you were yesterday
Each experience gives you a new version of yourself
Every conversation you let penetrate your train of thought
We're full of fragments from each day we've accepted
We're new and never alone because of every breath we take.
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