What is that thing,
That makes some days shine golden bright,
And some part of you thinks
Today has been a good day
Those late summer mornings
Us sitting in our favourite spot
That's when the sun shines
It's only happened twice
Walking down the hill
You are elevated on air
Running,not caring
Jumping,singing
Those are my golden days
When it's not okay
When you wish you had savoured that time
You wish you where there not here
Before this,all of this had happened
Take me back to then
I want to go back
I'll give up this,
Please I want to go back
I miss that,not this
I still think that
I still want to go back
But that doesn't happen
In real life,
Right now isn't a story we can write
And change time,
No we have to live with it,
Live in the now.
YOU ARE READING
I bring you words
PoetryA collection of poems, a grouping of words. Lovely cover by @VinylLights Winner of the Pyschiadelic Awards poetry category
