Remember when the ceilings
Looked so high
Remember when we pretended
We could fly
Remember when we hurt
And we'd cry
Remember when we'd wait for
The playground to dry
Now we drink and take hits
to touch the sky
Now we lie in bed
And cry
Now we only wait for
The delivery guy
Now i gasp when you
Touch my thigh
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1.3.16
ESTÁS LEYENDO
POETRY V2
PoezjaMy way of getting my feelings out. (Volume I: http://w.tt/1ODU3EZ) All poems © Reina S Mizell 2015-2017
