Remember the days when we were young?
Filled with hope, faith and love?
When the world held wonder; when the world held light,
When our hearts were not filled with spite.
Remember when the world was a kind place?
And not such a gloomy space?
Where people were just and fair,
Where everyone cared.
Remember when I didn't have scars?
Little lines now burned upon my heart.
Before the tears,
And the falling of tears.
When you held me close before I became comatose;
Before I took sadness in a lethal dose.
Remember when I was alive?
Oh, those were such good times.
-A.S
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Another Tragic Story
PoesíaA collection of the thoughts and feelings I'm too afraid to share. These words are things I see, hear, taste, and feel. These are the words of my life on a page, this is the tragedy I see.
