( We remember our childhood as an adult.
Poor children, they believe that growing up is cool. Now it seems funny how happy we were to think positively about our future. Love turned my character upside down. Don't know who is to blame!)
There was a sweet time
When I didn't think about anyone
I slept without trying hard
I did not talk to myself
Making friends, or recovering from depression,
Or moving on
Or, " I'm fine"
Wasn't necessary
My head wasn't occupied by someone else
I never regretted living
Nor did I regret my any actions
I was just, chaotically peaceful
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GREY | POETRY COLLECTION |
Poetry" Humans have more shades Than on the colour palatte of an artist" Grey, is a mixture of darkness and light, happiness and sadness, black and white. It is a peaceful place where one hides, cries, smiles laughs without anyone knowing. Grey is us. W...
