Eyes wide open
Along the uncontrollable mind
Multiple taps on the phone
Searching for channels
Source of shekels
End the useless labels
Umm.. just first-born stuffs.
Missing the old days
My tiny innocent memories
Though partially reminisced
Still felt and recognizes its huge differences
The gap and how it changes myself
My childishness and the blow of maturity
I still choose the old unbothered me-- a kiddy.
- Gal
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Life Tenses
PoetryLife tenses her sanity. Countless emotions ramble her felicity, with shuffling games of vibrant memories and fantasies, gamboling her inner child loaded with innocence and misery. Buckle your ken up! Random serial scenes arriving;
