Running away from yesterday's dreams.
Chasing away from the daydreams.Wishing things were simpler,
Never wanting to get older.We were all fools in disguise.
Green grass and blue open skies.We have all these fears but little is to be done.
We have all these homes made of stone.
Some made of wood.Who knew we had hearts full of gold?
So many stories to be told.Life is so short, marry your best friend.
Move on from that old ex boyfriend or girlfriend.Buy a cat or a dog.
Have a cup of coffee and enjoy the fog.Sometimes we just need to grow up.
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PoetryA collection of poetry I've been writing from when I was 14 till now.