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Pool Hall Days
by *xinstrumentalFriendship is like a game of 8-ball.
You know
We used to play 8-ball
once or twice a week
either after class
or on a lazy friday night
We were like those balls
all racked up together.
Things were nice,
neat and clean.
The all of a sudden
things are broke
you see you're drifting apart
away from the closeness we were used to.
Life threw us a masse,
We all started disappearing
and we grew far apart
or we just didn't get along for a while
so much that maybe a bridge
wouldn't be able to reach back to you.
then you're scratching people off
trying to forget the last shot
with chalk and frustration.
It's Ball in hand but by then
we're all divided into our own,
little
pockets.
where we share company with 2
3
4 others.
And just when you think all is lost.
and the "good game" and "damn it"s have been said
It's time for a rerack.
And everyone knows,
that you can get back together again.
