i remember those
times when we
were little.
we were so
innocent back
then.
we know nothing
but to love.
we built blanket forts
and cardboard
castles.
made paper planes
and had
secret languages.
we were inseperable
back then.
but what happened
to us now?
YOU ARE READING
Cry
Poetryi want to satisfy you, even if it means you seeing me cry. *poems with no rhymes but has a deep meaning. *lower case intended. *it's a little bit bad at the beginning, but the further you get, the better the poems are.
