Thoughts and Poems are the Same Thing

Nostalgic Heartbreak

There's an ache in my chest
Nagging me without rest
Deep in my soul
Buried in my breast

I don't want to leave my childhood behind
All those dreams and fantasies
That used to be mine

All those books were my world
Magic lands in which I swirled
Pulling me back
Fingers gripping the spines, curled

I don't want to leave my childhood behind
All those dreams and fantasies
That used to be mine

But what if I can bring them with me
Then my childhood self will see
They aren't dreams
But hopes and passions for a life to be.