Fresh memories of the time,
when I deemed everything be sublime.
Illusions made by my protectors,
saying the world contained no errors.
Fairy tale enhanced by all I watched,
romanticizing all that I found unwatched.
Sadness part of a deep unknown,
to me yet to be found known.
Memories of when happy was all I was,
never then living in the past.
Dreams of going back to the time,
when I deemed everything be sublime.
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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
