We used to play together.
We used to go to each others houses.
We played silly games,
And laughed with each other.
Late night movies.
And scary ghost stories.
We never took life so seriously.
With our unforgettable memories.
Our childhood innocence,
Was never meant to last.
When we were suddenly divided,
From our ancestors past.
We never knew
What our personalities meant.
When we were hit by reality,
And a hard cold innocence.
I wanna play again.
Back in the past.
Where we were young kids,
Undivided by our past.
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Creativity At It's Best
PoetryI like to see the word in my own perspective. It is hard trying to explain something no one is going to understand. I like to speak in tongues. This Book is for those who like to interpret stories or poems they read, into something understanding, p...
