I miss my innocence.
I miss relaxing.
I miss sleep.
I miss lots of things,
But I think I miss you most.
My friends,
My family,
The way things were.
I miss lots of things,
But I think I miss us most.
Talks,
Movies,
Music.
I miss lots of things
But, I think I miss the way I used to be.
More than anything.
YOU ARE READING
A Series of Poems.
PoetryI like to write about real things. Sometimes lighthearted, other times with deeper meaning behind them. Interpret these as you will, and I hope you enjoy. Don't forget to vote!
