The way they said hello,
Under the slide they go,
Everlasting childish laughs,
Sharing secrets of today,
Days go by,
And they're still alive,
Yearning for tomorrow's excitement to arrive.
For N.C.
YOU ARE READING
The words I keep inside
PoetryFeelings from Me, You, Her, Him, we... Feelings that we feel, and are not seen... When our sun is covered, and we wish to die.... Something shines from another light... We look to the sky, and have little hope.... Then our sun shines again, with mor...
