Songs to loved ones,
Hand holding in the halls,
Little glances in the classroom,
A quick smile and a shy wave,
Same place, same time, last year,
Yet,
Something tells me
That
I've been left behind.
With the times when friends could be friends
Without being scared of broken hearts
With the times when drama was just theatre,
and "Are you okay?" was just for
Scraped knees,
and sprained ankles.
With the times when the only monsters we feared were the ones under our bed,
And we could just stay there, here, happy,
With the times that I can't help but forget.
YOU ARE READING
Stumble Through Life
PoesiaPoetry Collection(Original): There are infinite homes out there, for all of us, under the shimmering stars in the roar of the night, or the dark solace of the shadows on the sun, and everything in between. And may I only hope that my words could bec...
