Looking Back
Pastel colored dreams
Surrounded with lush evergreens
Did they smile or made a frown?
On their head, was it a golden crown?
Reality seems so beautiful
When looking back like a fool.
Was it him who made the first move?
All night dancing the groove
Was it me who tiptoed for a kiss?
That led us swimming in a bliss
Reality seems so sweet
When looking back makes me feel incomplete
My dreams are like morning glory
With a closing end like a told story
Unbearable pain is what I felt
My heart was torn and left to bled
Yes, reality, it's better to forget
When looking back makes me regret
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Prompt: Looking Back
©April 27, 2015
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