Box of Emotions [Poetry]

The Old days

The Old Days

-by morenaversion (R.M.G.)

Like an old bench in the backyard,
Colors faded - yet stands complete.
Where constant glances strike softly into my eyes,
You never failed to loose my defenses,
And now I am down.

Childlike antics still remain in you.
Chasing golden brown April leaves we called summer,
You never get tired.
Free -spirited voice that echoed all around,
Over the noisy streets with a rocky ground.

From the window I see such an old pair of kicks you wear,
It's so much like you're in high school, running after the school bus.
From the window I look upon,
Such a smile you wear, like posing for Leonardo to paint.
Impossible to fake.

Star -gazing, so close we were then.
Hearing the same beat, we didn't recognize it yet.
Just like the oldies' myth - best friends do fall in love.
Somehow, we feel it like the stars above.

Old days have passed,
Time couldn't go back.
And the heart that sings once for you - truly and you never knew,
Like an old day -aged and remembered.

-finished

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