(Hey all. So, this is a poem I have been working on for a few days. It is in Sam's view point on how he misses the early days. I hope you like it. Please leave a review if you do. This did not have a beta so all mistakes are mine.)
I miss it
The simple times
Well simple for us
Find the thing
Figure out how to kill it
Kill it move on to the next job
I miss it
The crappy motel rooms
Arguing over who got to shower first
And who did the salt lines
I miss it
The pranks we'd pull on each other
Just to tell the other
'Don't take life to seriously'
I miss it
Taking the back roads
Looking at the stars
The classic rock
I miss it
Before the angels fell
Before you took on the knights of hell
I miss it
How we were brothers
Just two men
Trying to find our father
I miss it
That's all
I just miss it