We were Young and full of hope, yes we were Young and full of love.
We were Young and innocent, yes we were Young and pure.
We were Young and unknowing, yes we were Young and ignorant.
We were Young and joyfully playing, yes we were Young and happy.
Feel the nostalgia for that time, know that nostalgia for being a child.
Climb back into your bed of stuffed animals
Climb back into your dreams
Climb back into you happy play
Climb back into your life.
YOU ARE READING
Default Title - The World Is My Own
PoetryTbh it'll be a bunch of different stuff. Short stories, poems, quotes, rants, opinions, art. Eh.
