Screams from the fun,
and the long out-stretched run.
Daydreaming about swings,
and eating many, many sweets.
Spending all day being silly,
observing the beautiful lily.
Shouting from the top of our lungs,
while playing with imaginary guns.
Playing house, family and more,
thinking the dream is for evermore.
Crying because the dream ends,
and no one our wound tends.
Crying because we have to grow,
to never again play for some more.
YOU ARE READING
Darkened
Poetry"Walks there the girl of the constant weep, tears shed at night by a girl who never sleeps" *** Collection of poems for all who believe in feelings. *** 2nd Place Winner in the Pheonix Awards
