I remember walking around
Living in my own little world
Where the galaxy was made by me
And the time would go on ruled by me
I remember laughing lying on the ground
Talking as if I lived in a world
Where no one could stop me
From living a life so happy
Never did I think
I'll one day lose it all
Never did I think
I'll have to grow up from it all
I never knew there were so many paths
Paths I can't go and paths I can't take
I still believe though its unbelievable
That there is a small galaxy
That only belongs to me
But the only difference now is
The way to that galaxy
Is lost by me
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If Words Could Portray
PoetryJust a collection of poems I write when it gets too hard to bear.