Easy. Not.

The eyes with the smushed kohl,
The heart that swore not to fall.
The crimson of the sky that's slowly going away,
The broken promise he made saying, he'll stay.
Things change every now and then,
Sometimes you have no answers to what how and when.

Some memories stay longer than they should,
You put life into things. Otherwise, the bed is just wood.
It's summers, of course you cannot avoid tan,
Why say, "I promise to be more than I am."
Nobody can be more they are,
It's somewhat like the way you can never touch a star.

Giving up is easy.
Overcoming the feeling of not trying is not.
Loosing hope is easy.
Overcoming the feeling of being a coward is not.
Moving on is easy.
Letting go of what you love is not.

But hey kid,"that's just life. And it's going to happen all the time."