A poem a day...

This is an old one from 2006. Inspired by the last gig ever by Breed, and the death of John Peel.

Teenage Dreams

This is our last song,
These are our last words,
This is the last music we will make.
These were our hopes,
These were our goals,
These were our teenage dreams.
But now he is gone,
And our dreams are gone,
And we have nothing left to dream.
Because only he knew
That teenage dreams
Are the best dreams.