Apple pies,
And lullabies,
My pretty youth,
It's all truth.
How times they change,
I find it strange.
We all see the danger,
And I've become a stranger.
Remembering my younger days,
Our laughter and childish ways.
But now those are dead and gone,
And I'm just another pawn.
I want to go back to the first line,
Back to when I was fine.
Our dreams held promise,
Our cheeks a kiss.
Days were bright,
So full of light.
And apple pies,
And lullabies.
YOU ARE READING
Almost a poet
PoetryI'm trying my luck at poetry so it'd be great to get some feedback. Keep in mind that these poems are strongly related to depression, anorexia, and things of that sort. If you are recovering, this story is not recommended for you.
