All the types of love // Poetry // Compilation #6

Nadia A. S. K.

when i was five i used to go play in my brother's friend's back yard

it was big enough to have hundreds of apples trees in it

and other kids would come too, including my best friend at the time

we'd play all the time and one day i even ran away to her house

her parents fed me without a second thought

we would climb the trees, and have rotten apple fights

i don't miss those days, i ache for them