I want to go back.
Back to a time
When I couldn’t rhyme,
And my thoughts were clearer after.
I want to go back.
Back to when
We all could be friends,
No road a dead-end,
And air filled with laughter.
I want to go back.
Back to myself
When I didn’t need help,
And beauty didn’t matter.
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freestyle poems and ballads
Poetrya collection of my poorly written poetry 😍 #2 in ballads #11 in ballad 🥰
