before i go to bed in my pajamas,
you'd tell me a story from outside
the world was big and wide, and you said you didn't lie
where everything was good and life was fine
i was only little but i was eager to know
what this wonderful world has to show
the good outlawed the evil, and i was so little
in my feet, i wish i was tall enough to see
how i wish i remained little,
kept dreaming princesses and heroes
the worries and anxieties,
all piled in place,
even my once-bright smile looked so fake
i guess we both grew up to fast
tell me a tale of the clouds and rivers,
singing in my bed until i could drift to sleep
running and hitting in flower gardens instead of teenage problems,
wish i could hug my pillow so tight until i dream tonight
the life i have now, is different from before
but i'm still walking and looking for the good ones i believed
my heart remembers what it feels to be like a child
so little but so ever bright...
-c
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places
الشعر"Places", are different paths that take you. And that is short collection of poetry takes you to different stories and places, where love took you to wonderland, a raging war and a lullaby, one's insecurities in the mirror and a chance wasted from...
