Sometimes I miss
Feeling like a child.
Full of wonderful bliss
Laughing for days and running for miles.
Sometimes I miss
My soft, lovely sky.
So I walk to my window
And stick my head outside.
Nothing is quite as relieving
As seeing you everywhere.
My crisp autumn sunset
My midday sunshine stare.
Sometimes I miss
Feeling safe.
But never for long
My heart yearns to race.
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Watercolor Dreamland
PoetryHave you ever dreamed in poetry? Analyzed sad eyes? Words and thoughts can be so lovely Unless your heart is blind.
