Remember when we were kids?
When I didn't care what my mum thought,
When your greatest difficulty was 5th grade.
When our smiles were real,
Our troubles tiny,
Our love childish.
Remember when it was so easy?
When our opinion was the only one that mattered.
When were just kids.
YOU ARE READING
THE CAFFEINE ADDICT-- A Rant Book/Journal
De TodoSo, I'm just writing a bit about me, with poetry here and there. This is mostly to help me with writing skills.
