Oh, it's lovely to be a child.
Young and innocent.
Everyday, there's something new to find.
A child with no problem and lament.
You see the world as a colorful place.
You dream to fly and go to space.
You play outside during those sunny days.
You have a cute and innocent face.
I know, it's my fault.
I regret wishing to be an adult.
I regret wishing to live independently.
I thought adulthood was 'bout prosperity.
I thought it was fun to be on your own.
I thought it was fun to have your own phone.
I thought it's easy to earn money.
I thought everything could be resolved by sorry.
I want to go back to my childhood.
When I still live in a lovely neighborhood.
When my parents still tell me a bedtime story.
When fun and games feel like eternity.
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Children's Somberness: A Poem Collection
PoetryIn this little world, we're all children. Still learning to navigate this world. Still learning to stand on our own. Join us as we dive deep in the poetic void. Indulge on the words of darkness and its cold fortress. Feel the gloomy rhythm of each l...
