I lost my heart to distant yesterdays,
When I was still a child, full of innocence,
Untouched by life's sharp blows,
Surviving without a mask or pretense.
Those were the times when we cared less,
About making a career or succeeding in life,
Instead, we followed the footsteps of life's smooth flow,
Unaware its edges concealed knives.
Knives that cut deeper than just a wound,
Drawing you to battle, with nothing left to lose,
All hope, all dreams, dissipate to dust,
Leaving you with life or death to choose.
And I envelop myself in nostalgia's embrace,
Wishing to rush back to those carefree days,
With nothing to worry, nothing to regret,
Where I could be a child each day.
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ECLIPSE- A Poetry Collection
PoesíaIt is not a collection of random poems, but bits and pieces of my heart, each one telling a new tale.
