What happened to the good old days
In our ways
Being old was a never
And bestfriends forever
Back at the park
Where we discovered the spark
I thought love was invetiable
But my thoughts were small like a pebble
Everything went quick
In a split
We lacked
And to the tree we went back
And began
The cycle all over again -1/28/16 9:32pm
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The Little Book Of Wonders
PoetrySome thoughts that come by-Ea (English and Spanish) :)
