Take me back to the time
When I got away
Where the hills were green
And the trees grew tall
Take me back to that bus
With those people
Their laughter
Our 12am shouting
Take me back to those buildings
Of history and beauty
Where so many came before
And so many will come soon
Take me back
Where I didn't have to think
The buzz of the city
Was enough to numb it all
Take me back to those
Crowded streets and bustling people
I want to live there
In a state of ignorance and bliss
A place where I know pain
But am holder to none
Take me back where I could float free
Away from it all
An escape from reality
A not so secret hideaway
Take me back
To the time
When I could laugh without worry
Smile without a doubt
Speak without a second thought
And act without any misdirect
Take me back
To the place with the green hills
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Whispers Of Our Soul
PoetryWords are the lifeline that connect my heart to the world. This is a collection of my 2am confessions and my 12pm ideas. Told from the viewpoint of my struggling mind, my broken heart, my wild soul, and my screaming mouth. "Distruggi quello che ti d...
