My heart is aching
And it screams
And it screams
It cries
'Let me go back'
And I scream
'Let me go back'
Let me go back to when things were okay
To before all of this
To treehouses and old friends
And tea parties with teddybears
Let me go back.
And I scream and I cry
But time tells me
She can not reverse the clock
She can only march forward
And yet my heart still screams
'Let me go back'
Nothing can be done,
Yet I am on the floor,
Clutching my heart that beats to keep me alive,
And it is aching.
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Thoughts, Never Words. (Poetry Collection)
PoetryPoems written by just some young adult going through some things.
