Seeing children play so carelessly makes me wonder,
Of those times i was only scared of thunder,
Never worried about how i looked,
Didn't care where i stood,
When i fall i ran to mom,
When I'm scared she'd keep me calm.
But now i open my eyes,
I stand alone,
I cry for the past I've thrown.
Come back to me tell me what i used to own.
Back when I wasn't known.
Back when I played for hours,
And found joy in picking flowers.
So tell me mother where was i?
When everything past by my eye?
When I could no longer be free or fly,
When i never had to cry,
I want to go mother i want to go high
Bid me farewells
And I'll say my goodbye.
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Diary of a sad poet
PoetryThis book is a original diary which is entirely poems! Every poem tells a story of its own, Rising sadness and happiness, guilt, fear, regret, emotions find their way through my words. Every poem is original and made entirely by me. Your sad poet.
