I didn't know how much I missed the swing until I got on one.
And I didn't even notice when the monster found a new bed to sleep under
Kiddy pools don't fit me
And I grew out of my "Sheepy"
But I'm still a sucker for apple juice
And nap time.
My point is reading sounded better than riding a tricycle
Eating broccoli sounded better than a very sweet chocolate cake
I mean we grow up.
I realized I don't like a lot of sweets.
So I didn't eat them.
And I like similes and metaphors
So I read them.
But I was at a graduation {soon that will be me} and I saw a swing.
A bunch of 6-8 year olds were fighting over it.
And i haven't been on one in so long
The second they left I jumped on it;
I forgot that you really fly on those things.
I missed that the most.
YOU ARE READING
Dream journal
PoetryIt's a journal of my dreams. Think of it as I'm sharing a piece of my mind when I can't control it at night. Please comment if you like this idea or not. They're not real stories, only REAL stories from dreams I've had. I'll constantly add new ones...
